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The heart of Darkness.
I seldom write about dreams
Or nightmares
But this one tops all
And rather scares me to death.
Imagine a sort of terror group
In nazi type uniforms
Containing a crowd in some sort of shopping center
Many levels, circular in shape and open in the middle
One lady, totally mad, walks around with a bloody bag
Saying (screaming?) ''I have two children, a girl five and a boy two''.
Then out of the bag she pulls out the head of the one, then the head of the other.
How sick and soooooo morbid
And why the fuck did I get these nightmarish images?
Some images you never forget
That stuff sticks to my mind like glue.
It's been weeks and months since that awful nightmare.
I still can't figure out if there was any kind of coded message in there.
Maybe I've seen too many WWII movies.
Or nightmares
But this one tops all
And rather scares me to death.
Imagine a sort of terror group
In nazi type uniforms
Containing a crowd in some sort of shopping center
Many levels, circular in shape and open in the middle
One lady, totally mad, walks around with a bloody bag
Saying (screaming?) ''I have two children, a girl five and a boy two''.
Then out of the bag she pulls out the head of the one, then the head of the other.
How sick and soooooo morbid
And why the fuck did I get these nightmarish images?
Some images you never forget
That stuff sticks to my mind like glue.
It's been weeks and months since that awful nightmare.
I still can't figure out if there was any kind of coded message in there.
Maybe I've seen too many WWII movies.
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