I have no idea why, but I had the most bizarre and fucked up dream I think I have ever had in a long fucking time. It wasn't a dream really, more like a nightmare. I'll try my best to piece it all together and tell you all about it. I don't really keep track of my dreams in a dream journal, I've always wanted to for the fun of it cause I think dreams and the sub-conscious mind are truly amazing, but on to the nightmare. No idea for a name, cause this is the first real dream that actually scared the shit out of me. Guess I'll call it, "The Butcher"

I'm laying in bed, the setting is just like my room. I'm asleep and all of a sudden, I wake up for some weird reason. A kid in the dream (I have no idea who exactly) comes into my room and tells me there is something in the house. I get up and already have a tee-shirt, jeans and socks on :S. The kid and I walk into the hallway, and that's when I see him. There is man wearing all black and looking right at me with angry eyes. I take the kid's hand and we run downstairs and outside to get away. As we get outside, the man comes from behind and grabs me from the scruff of my shirt. I scream for help and the kid tries to help me, but the man throws me aside and he hits the pavement, knocking him out. The man whistles and these two huge dogs came towards us. He puts a leash on them and we start walking.

I'm kicking and screaming, trying to break free when I see two men standing outside a store. I yell for help and they come running over. They see the man has a hold of me and they try to break me free, but the dogs attack them. There is screaming and one of the dogs bites one of the guys lips off his face with a blood-curdling, wet noise. The dog then rips out the tongue and eats it. The second dog claws at the other guys stomach, ripping his shirt to threads and pieces of his stomach cling to what is left of his shirt, exposing his insides. The dogs rips and tears his guts and begins to eat them. I'm shocked and shaking from what I have just seen. The man proceeds to take me towards an old shack of a house.

Inside, there is a stench of rotting meat and weird, muffled noises coming from the basement. The man opens a trap door and there are stairs leading downwards into pitch black. He tells me to go down but I yell at him. He hits me in the head and I stumble into the basement, ears ringing. He closes the door and I am locked in darkness. The stench is worse and there are weird noises, something brushes up against me and I back up into a chair. The man comes down the stairs and he straps me into the chair with wrist straps built into the chair. He flicks on the light, and that's when I see what was making the weird noises: Pigs. There were at least 5 or more pigs, all with blood stained snots and they looked hungry.

The man takes my wrist and cuts it just enough to let a small flow of blood run down the chair and onto the floor. The pigs go crazy and start to come toward the chair. I yell and struggle to break free from the chair, but it was no use. The guy than cuts my other wrist and I yell in pain. The pigs start to nibble and bite on my hands. The pain, I actually felt pain in my hands as the blood began to flow. I heard a rip and realized one of my fingers was just ripped off. Blood squirted everywhere. The pigs began to eat and eat and to my shocked realization, I couldn't move my fingers. I looked down, afraid what I might see, and to my horror, my fingers were gone. There was nothing. Just a hand, if you could still call it that, with nothing on it but blood. After my fingers were gone, the man than cut a small cut into both of my legs. Blood flowed and again, the pigs began to eat.

At this point I was going in and out of consciousness due to so much lose of blood. I just wanted to die it hurt so bad. I look down towards my legs and see most of the flesh was gone, my bones jetting outwards. The man looked at me and said "If you can walk, I will let you go." To my surprise, he unlocked both the wrist and leg straps and helped me up and steadied me. I wanted to get the fuck out of there, and as I went to walk, my legs literally crumbled below me and I fell. I was just about to pass out when I looked in front of me and saw the pigs, coming towards me, oinking. My vision started to fade before me, and the last feeling I felt was the pigs, starting to bite into my face and back, and the warm feeling of blood tricking out of my body.