[Eyudo]: 725.Inside my head: my dreams.A Real Nightmare

You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. You’re safe in your dreams. Go ahead and say it a few more times. It isn’t true.
This being my all-time worst nightmare no doubt, and coming from my head, you know it must be terrible. This one tops it all ad makes the previous worst nightmares piss themselves in fear.
I drifted of in my bed earlier than usual that night, too tired to really care. Sleeping restlessly, I went into my dream realm as I do almost every night. This place being merely where I dream and those dreams before are stored in memory. But this night of all I would rather have not slept and just suffered insomnia.
I was out in my neighborhood, a quiet and secluded land of mine, enjoying the sun and breeze of day. Many of us were there, all my friends that I have down to the ones that in reality don’t live near me. All of us had gathered that day as finally all our schedules sank up and none of us had anything to do that day. We stood or sat out in the front yard of my home in the grass while my mother, grandmother, and sister all rested inside.
We watched other people along our street. Mostly younger ones came and were walking or riding a bike down the road, past us and away, yet no cars traveled near us. They played and enjoyed. A happy site to see. But that was to end.
Then I noticed a rush of kids coming from each end of the street and emerging from behind house and homes. The groups came in scattered formations, yet still the count broke to over two hundred by first glance. They all looked different and dressed however; they were no ordinary human kids.
All the people on the street didn’t seem to notice or care about the flocks of kids. But they noticed soon after when they were attacked. The kids started in and on the unsuspecting people. They had brutal and gruesome attack. But I do dare tell in detail.
They would run in and grab people; some just one would hold them, and others multiple kids would hold on them. Then they would either slash their victims with the claws that their fingers oddly grew. Then they would sink their fangs into them, tearing the flesh away from the living body. They wouldn’t even chew before swallowing and going for another taste.
They would slash again, sending blood flying from their claws from the force of the blow and leave it in puddles or pools on the pavement or to be drunk by thirsty grounds. Scraping their fangs in for all they can, blood boiling over from their mouths and they would grin. 
Then they came over to us, it was all of us versus that group. The odds were down. Trying to run failed and fighting was most useless. Even if you could take one, they would band together and take you down. Screams would be heard, seeming to never end, on and on it deafened. There was no silence in this death. 
We fought them fist and foot, throwing punches and hitting face and chest while dodging and blocking the returning blows. But they would leap up high and on you to collapse your legs beneath you and then pick away at flesh and muscles until they had finishes as much as they wanted, and then they would move on to another defenseless human in the way. 
I watched my friends die. I watched them struggle and be torn apart by these demons as it seemed. They would bite and tear and occasionally would leave a few alive in agony to bleed to death and feel the winds on their insides. 
There are no real words to describe what I witnessed then. My friends die and lay there in front of my on red grass. I would look into their eyes and see their thoughts yet to escape. How terrible is that? I stumbled back and sped off to the side of the house.
One friend followed me. He was the only one to survive. These kids were killing and eating people! And they were only fifteen or sixteen at most! They must have been zombies or vampires or something. It was the only logical solution to this. Yet I was wrong in my guess. 
I ran still and took around the back corner of the house, only to run into one of those kids. The rest hadn’t made it back there yet, but she had. I ran into her and she smiled, revealing her fanged mouth. Her eyes were a golden gray, a color I had never seen before. 
She pushed me back onto the wall and got so close to even almost on me. I could hear her breathing hard. “Hey.” She said slowly in a feminine hiss. I was almost hypnotized by her. “What is going on? What is all this and how do you have those claws and fangs?” I managed to ask in a single breath. 
“You mean these?” she said as she held her fingers up and licked then with her long and thin pointed tongue. “The master gave them to us. He lets us do anything we want. This is just doing him a small favor and it’s fun to me,” she said, “but I like you. I will let you live sweetie. You’re ok with me.” She said, putting her hands on my side and rubbing them down. Then she kissed me, but I tasted no blood on her lips. 
Then my last surviving friend came back there and saw her with me. Then he did something weird. He pretended to be one of them so they may not kill him. He tried to attack me, lunging at me, I tried to push him back, but he had grasped my shoulders and held too tight for my push to get him back. 
He tried to bite my shoulder and I pushed his shoulders back so he couldn’t reach. Then I kicked his legs out from underneath him and pushed him downward. He went down, but grabbed my ankle and tired to bite my leg. So I kicked him back to loosen his grip. He stood up and looked at me.
“Hey!” the girl said angrily, “back off! He’s mine!” she yelled, and with that, she thrusted her claws into his back and through his chest. He fell to the ground dead. The last one was gone is a horrid way and I had witnessed that too. I ran from the scene.
I ran through the back door of my house since it was closest. Frantic, I went and locked the two locks each window had on all windows in the house and closed the curtains so I couldn’t see them and they couldn’t see me. Then I bolted three out of the four locks on the front door, two in the middle and one on top. I only did three because the fourth one broke and went across the room. 
I saw my family in the living room and they had no idea of what was going on. And I knew that they still didn’t believe me on it. 
Then I heard something pounding near the back door. I had locked the second door into the house in the back after that tiny room, but not the one from the outside! Something was in the back room. Two friends who were inside the house at the time of the attack and survived it cam with me to check it out in the back room. One of them brought me a big butcher knife to hold in case we had to kill it if it was evil. I don’t know why I would have had to do he deed. 
I held the knife in a way ready to slash it. My friend opened the door while I stood in front of it and waited. I put the knife down through, happy to see it was my girlfriend Jessie and her grandfather. At least she had made it. So I locked the back door and waited inside. 
I came outside sometime later to see and saw that all the kids were gone then. There were people out there playing and jumping the trampolines in some of their backyards. But where did they go?
Bodies, pieces and parts and blood littered the streets and yards, but no one seem to notice or care. I sensed then coming back soon. “You guys have to get back inside!” I yelled, but they just ignored me. 
“I need some water.” I said to myself. Then a tall dark man walked up to me and said, “You can’t do that. Something’s wrong with the water, it’s got some kind of potion in it or something.” Then he held up a jug of water from the sink. It was red, but not quite blood red. Then I thought: that can’t be right, I just drank some five minutes ago and it was fine. Then he said, “and they will be back.” and then he vanished. That scared me knowing they would return. 
Then I remember suddenly being in a darker place while the kids were there. They started to slash, and cut me up, and kill slowly, all of them except that one girl from before. 
I woke up halfway through it screaming and crying. I was breathing very heavily. I felt pain all over me, real pain while I was awake. It felt like there were cut marks all over my body and it felt like I was bleeding from each one of them. Like I was bleeding to death. 
And I also remember that every time something touched me or stimulated me physically in this dream, I could really feel it. The kiss, the claws, the hand on my side, the strength of my friend as I fought him and all the pains too. I could rally feel it all. The pains I suffered.
The pains I felt when I awoke were terrible, but not a scratch was on me, nothing at all through a close examination. These pains and the searing feelings of them didn’t go away through the whole day. The stayed around and hurt me. It was as if it was more that just a dream, like more than just a nightmare…...