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Dream...scary!

12:48am CDT Monday 16 July 2001

I was in prison, in a two person cell with none other than Hannibal from the movies. The guard asked me to clean up some trash on the sink. The guard told me to clean up the mess, but not to throw away a towel. Hannibal insisted that we throw away the towel, and the guard and I assumed the towel had some Hannibal-indicting evidence in it, and since Hannibal was scarier than the guard, I did throw it away, and tried to be subtle about it.

The guard saw that I had thrown it away, and I told him that I threw it away because it was all wet. He pulled the towel out of the trash can, and the towel was inside a plastic bag. I didn't know what was in the towel that Hannibal had thrown away, but now it appeared to the guard that I was trying to help Hannibal.

I watched in great fear as the guard was Hannibal and told me how bad it was that I had thrown away the towel against his orders. He asked me why I had done it and I thought about lying and saying that I was thinking about the time I worked in a hospital ER, where it was unclean to keep anything so we threw stuff away to keep sterile.

But I didn't tell him this lie for fear that he would know I was lying.

He psychologically freaked me out by not opening up the towel to be all "aha! look what you hid." but he used his mouth to vacuum pack the towel inside the trash bag. and he tied off the corner so it would stay sealed. He did this at both ends, and tied the ends off and then was working on a third end, sucking the air out with his mouth, but the towel was sticking out of the end, so he play-acted that he was deep throating the towel as he had been forced to do back when he was younger, by a man named Arpelagio.

Hannibal today was playing the role as he sucking the air out of this trash bag, as if he was being raped by a man who had raped him many years ago.

I was up on my bunk in our prison cell, watching him play act getting raped in the ass, and then play act the part of Arpelagio who orgasmed and then was finished.

I had a towel of my own now, while on the bed watching this, and I knew that Hannibal had wanted to scare me with this performance, so I wrapped the towel up around my hands as if I had wringed it around my hands in fear.

He asked me why I was so upset, and I told him that I had been moved by his performance because I had been raped, but not in the ass, but was asked to suck a guy, but I just couldn't and it was really gross and terrible.

Then Hannibal was gone, which was even more spooky, but I go down off my bunk, and was all, "Hannibal?" and "Dr Lecter?" looking for him, afraid that he would appear behind me at any moment.

But he wasn't there, and I noticed that the doors to our cell were open on either side. One side led toward inside the prison, which was more like a waiting room, and a different guard was standing there, and the other door was a garage door that led to outside, and Hannibal had gone out that door.

I went through the inside door, and talked to the guard a bit about what was on TV, some news about a local charity event or something, and then Hannibal came back in through the garage door, and through the inner door, and was all cordial with us, and then he suddenly pulled out a knife and was cutting off my left arm at the shoulder, and I tried to grab his hand, and then realized he was actually doing worse, and was actually just wiping blood onto my shoulder off of the knife blade, in an attempt to make me look guilty for the murder he had apparently just committed outside.

I tried to wrestle him and keep him from killing me, and the knife got lodged inside the bumper of a red camaro that was nearby. We were outside now, in a courtyard, which included psych patients walking around with escorts. Wende was suddenly there, and she was spookily walking behind me where I couldn't see her, and she snuck over and grabbed the knife and dropped it into the pocket of one of the psych patients who was walking across the courtyard.

The person into whose pocket she put the knife would never be charged with murder because of her condition, but Wende was just trying to get the knife away from Hannibal, who would try again to use it on me.

I woke myself up out of abject fear to get out of this dream.