2010 July 13 Tuesday -Dream Entry-

Time of Rest: 4:00PM - 9:00PM


I had to get out. They have captured me and I am a lab rat, the future would only end in death for me here.
They took my clothes. I have nothing.
I'm not sure how I ended up sneaking into a scientist's private room, but I was there and I was naked. There was a desk on the wall that had the door. Papers, lab objects and boxes crowded the small room.
I searched for a heater or A/C vent that I could crawl through. Yes! I found one. But I would not able to dissemble the damn device so I could get through, and if I had anything to smash it with, smashing would be pointless.
I heard the scientist comming back. I believe he had left to go talk to someone in another room. I didn't have enough time to escape. If I did, he would see me and they would get me before I would even be able to get across a few rooms. I hopped off table and rushed to find some place to hide. Nowhere. There is not even a box I could hide behind. I found a pair of lab goggles and quickly put it on. I crouched low, acting as if I was doing something important. If I acted causually, he wouldn't notice that I was not wearing any clothes. If all goes as plannned, he would take me as another worker scearching for misplaced papers and leave me alone, even though it IS his room. 
He opened the door. It was a man dressed in white, with short cut hair, and glasses. There I crouched, going through papers and he looked at me. His attention at my face, a casual surprise. His eyes never wandered from me face.
"Why are you not wearing any clothes?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. A flare of suspicion passed his eyes. I tried to figure out a way out of this as I watched an understanding of who I was grow in his eyes.
Damn, I was so sure I could have fooled him.
I did not plan this out, and I had no escapse plan for this. I was so sure I would be able to escape in time. He backed up slowly. He called for other employees and security.
A female, she was with me in the other room, she managed to escape. She ran down the hallway holding an axe, pushing through confused scientists in white. A look of panic was upon her face as she ran to me. They had not stripped her of her clothing yet.
She shut the door and we pushed the table to block the door from opening.
We grinned at each other in relief.
We searched the room for an availble escape vent. Most of them were fake. I kicked all of the heater and AC vents in, and none of them were attached to the wall. Then I remembered the one that I had first come to. We took the heater device off of the vent and I went to crawl through first. It was too small. Have we grown so much in so little time that we could not get through the vent that I was sure we could get through a few moments ago?
I stood bewildered for a moment, and then continued rushing to find other vents, surely there must be one that is real. As I was getting myself off the table, a man with brown hair that grew down to his ears, bangs split in half, and he had the thick facial hair you get when you don't shave for a few days. He squeezed himself through the door and shut it. Locked. His eyes flickered to her, since she closest to him. She raised the axe and before it hit him, he took her neck in the bend of his elbow and turned sharply around so he can see me.
He slowly added more pressure to his hold. He curved his spine, holding her up by only her neck, her feet lifting off the ground several feet. She dropped the axe and her hands went to pull at his arm, nails digging in deep.
I knew I could not provide enough force to knock him off balance. If I hit him, anywhere, he would not do so much as flinch. I knew that and he knew that. He turned his attention away from me as he heard guards running down the hallway and shouting. 
No choice. I took the axe and wacked it at his spine. He fell and I stood over him.
His eyes were closed, face in pain, but he was still moving. His thorat convulsed, threating to scream. 
He reached for me with his right hand. I threw the axe at his fingers, his eyes open, I cut down his hand and up his arm. He looked at me in rage, telling me that he's going to kill me no matter what it takes. He reached for me with his other hand, I hacked at it, I cut down his arm piece by piece, slicing him into thick pieces of salami. No blood, (as usual with my dreams) and he was still conscious and screaming. I hacked at his neck, and did the same to it as I did with his arms. I did it because in his state of blind rage, he would have still gone after me with stubs, or teeth.
Then, he laid silently. There was no movement in his chest and I was sure he had died. 
I looked back up at her. She wasn't disgusted, she wasn't scared, just relieved.
I sat down next to this man I had just hacked up. She went to find a way out again.
Then his chest moved, up and down.
I watched him breathe, he was healing.
Eventually he opened his eyes and looked at me. I was still holding the axe but I wasn't thinking about putting him back down to the floor, just curious. He looked a little pale, maybe it was because he just died. I watched him sit up, his arms and neck were connected again, but where I had sliced him, gapped, showing lines of dark red.
I don't remember much of what was said or if anything was said. I just remember we reacted to each other's energies to the point of where it had built up so much we could probably have walked on it. 
Then he left the room to deal with people. He came back and said something to the female, apparently no one was after us anymore. I don't know what he said or what he had done but apparently, we are all safe now. She left the room. He closed door and we had the room to ourselves. The energy grew again and I was ready to screw some guy I had just chopped up moments ago. He touched my arm and brought me closer to him as he leaned back against the table. His anatomy looked different, but very familiar, and he was not wearing what he had wore a few minutes ago. He wore a sleeveless black jacket, black pants and black boots. His skin color was pale, not the natural tan he had when he came in wanting to kill me in. And his hair was dark and stuck up in all directions. We moved closer to each other, almost close enough to kiss. I awoke.


I'm suspecting Kikaider took over his body at the moment I had killed the man who was in blind rage. And when Kikaider took over, he began to healed very quickly. I had slept with Kikaider at my head this afternoon, and I awoke with his right boot touching my forehead. His left arm had come off from the shoulder. I am very sure I had not touched him at all (except his right boot). Even Noodles told me I had barely moved at all in my sleep. 


I think it's pretty neat.