25 Nov 2023
Dream
I was being raided by aliens on a giant farm with my family who raised lots of sheep. The aliens showed up on our large field and started killing everyone so I made an escape to my home. My home had no power and there was dead sheep laying around that I kept tripping over. One of the green aliens followed me and got inside my home. I grabbed a broom with stiff wire bristles made from copper and fled to the stairs of my home. The green alien towered over me but I climbed the stairs to gain some height over him. He crept around the stair case which startled me because I couldn't see anything but his large eyes and his silhouette inching towards me. I yelled at the creature and jabbed my wire broom In his direction. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as it revealed my damage done to the alien. Along his body he was bleeding and wounded; countless holes were piecered into his body, all gushing out blood. Out of fear I continued stabbed and thrashing away with the wire broom, he would laugh and yell that he was enjoying my brooms actions. The alien let out a tireless giggle and told me to keep going as he pushed up the stairs. I panicked as I was getting pushed back against the wall if the staircase. He started to tower over me again, his blood pouring out onto every step, onto my hands and my broom. I pushed off the wall with my leg, leaping onto him with my other, we both fell down the stairs as he grabbed my shirt and started to rip through it. I pinned him to the bottom of the stairs, straightening myself from his grasp of long sharp fingers scratching into my back. He screams in panic as I place the handle of my wire broom to his throat, his eyes widen more than they were before, his pupils thinning and thickening every second in panic and terror. My broom reconstructs itself, it's handle turning into a bladed saw. I start slicing into his throat but it does not seem to cut through his skin. I start to panic as his screams echo and make my ears ring, his claws grow deeper into my sides and his legs start kicking beneath me. I quickly hop up from my mounted position, his claws break through all my flesh cutting rows of slices down my torso and hips. I place my foot upon his face, digging my shoe into his intimidating large eyes. As I raise my wire broom far above me, I take a deep breath and tightly grip the sharp saw blade handle, the blood dripping down my arms. The prickly wire bristles at the end of the broom starts puncturing his throat little by little. He screeches in pain as he is no longer numb to my attempts. I raise the broom above my head again, jabbing into the same spot over and over. My hands become heavy, hot, and wet. The alien tries stopping me, shredding my leg, swaying his other arm in the air in hopes for a chance to stop his suffer able and painful death. I continued to hack away at his throat, the breaking noises of his veins and flesh exploding each blow. Eventually, all that was heard was blood hitting the floor and the lifeless body that layed beneath me. I took a step back to view the corpse of whom I just slaughtered, practically unidentifiable whether it was human or not. The creature's green skin stained with both our blood, and his flesh turning a rotting brown.
