Well, I needed something new, but I've still gotten no inspiration to do something to post up on here. BUT early today, like almost 2 hours ago, I had the most fucked up and scariest dream ever. But I haven't really watched any horror movies in a while. Though, in History we were watching "Ghost and the Dark" about those two lions that were killing people in Africa during the time of Imperialism. I believe that is what inspired this dream that won't let me go back sleep.

But yeah, it had my whole family in it. We were staying at my grandpa's house for some reason, but everything looked more colorful and weird than how it normally looks when we go over. I had been searching for something to wear for the night and saw something weird out the window, but didn't pay mind to it. After grabbing everything and my mom yelling at me to hurry up, I quickly headed outside. The outside looked nothing like how it normally does, everything was backwards. My mom was standing up on the hill right out from of the house and was gazing down toward the garage. She said something about a green light and gazed downward. Flashing like where the garage door was was this totally weird ass glowing green light. The rest of the family was in the car. I slowly made my way downward toward it and my eyes widened. Next thing I know is this lion comes out of nowhere and attacks the car. I start to run away, but something grabs me and drags me away. Now, I wake up after that quick action inside this room that looks like one for a baby boy. My dad was in the room with me. Not long through some speech I forget, a weird hand comes out of nowhere from the wall and grabs onto my dad and claws right into him. He falls dead. I run out of there as quickly as I can before anything can happen and I'm in the kitchen. Everyone is there, but it's too calm for what had just happened. Something happens, I forget, and again a lion comes out of nowhere but this time actually mauls my brother and sister. Another joins the first not long after. I'm frozen in my place as I stare right at them. The dream changes to into this camp in Africa, I'm guessing, with these two other guys and I'm just sitting there. They're talking about catching the lion in the background. I hear sounds in the brush behind me and I keep looking around quickly each way I go. Supposedly some weird wool was suppose to help us, but some guy ran off with it. Anyways, I turn to one direction and a lion comes out of nowhere, just about getting me, but I soon open my eyes quickly back inside my grandpa's house. I'm gazing around slowly, but everything seems honestly weird. I realize I'm hiding someplace when it's too late as I jump out from the hiding place without doing anything to attack my mom walking right in front of the area. I soon find out it's my own fault it all happened while in some strange room before opening my eyes to find myself in the kitchen in my own home. Things seem so normal. I call my dad to come over for some reason and suddenly another weird hand comes out of the fridge and grabs a hold of my pants leg. I yell out and my dad tries to save me from it.

That is when I woke up. >_> Yeah, shh, it might seem long for a dream, but everything went by somewhat quicker. This is just from what I remember, it might not even be right fully as it was in my dream. o.e But there was blood and gore and the lions were scary on their own along with the random hands. Yes, I do hate nightmares and horror things.