Blood

The world was ending. Something was happening. Either someone was telling me, or I just somehow knew, but I kept getting these visions of magnificently terrible fires, explosions, just waves of flame and heat that were overwhelming people and areas, and I knew that soon I would be experiencing the same fire and pain.
	It happened then, and I was waiting for it. I was outside?�in a field, and a building was nearby, or I was just in an open part of the building, and the fire was coming, there were so many people with me, and we ran towards the very back of the building, and I felt the fire licking my heels and breathing down my neck, and then it was actually racing me to the back, and I could see it in front of me, and it was as if I were running through a tunnel of yellow/orange swirling madness, but eventually I beat it, and I was at the back corner of the barn with a slew of people. The barn was old, but had new-age constructions: I was against the southern wall, and the northern wall had like, a conveyor belt that carried water? I�m not sure what this would actually be called. Planks of wood were sitting against the western wall, and the horror and madness coming from the east. Eventually the fire subsided, and it was like half of it turned into a raging flood, but the flood was pouring from the conveyor belt thing, and rushing towards the fire, but FEEDING the fire, not dousing it or remedying it, just making it hotter and more torturous. Lots of things kept having, typically like a bad movie, and someone would slip, and be swept away in the water, and I would dive to go and save them and struggle back to the back of the barn before the fires devoured me. The only instance I can remember anymore is that happening to a little baby, and I can�t remember if it actually came out of the conveyor belt itself, but the baby flew off on the conveyor belt, and I dove onto the belt, followed the baby, and I snagged it�s leg, tugged it back towards, me, and the fire was so bright, so right there behind me that it was a wonder it wouldn�t just overwhelm the water and eat it up as if it were oil. I pulled myself back onto the belt, towards the back of the barn, and we made it, and I clung to the little girl for the rest of the dream.
	Eventually we had left that place, people had come to rescue all the survivors. I was with some boy, kissing him, I don�t know who he was at all, he was cute, he sort of reminded me of the gay boy in GLEE! So the next thing I remember, I was at my mother�s house, and there were multiple different girls there trying to kill me. They were all beautiful, as if they came from a beautiful assassin group of women. The first one attacked me with a large spear/sharpened piece of wood, and I subdued her, piercing her through her stomach, effectively killing her. The next girl came at me with the knives like in that movie Electra with Jennifer Garner. Same type of story, I subdued her, pierced her face/chest with the knives. The last girl was the most interesting, and the most frightening. She had a bunch of tiny utensils, like thick needles with plastic handles, about ten of them. She was talking to me, I can�t remember exactly what she was saying, but she was probably discussing how easily she could kill me by flinging these needles at me with a flick of her wrist. She began, flinging one that I deflected rather easy with one of the knives I still held from the other girl. She frowned, surprised that this wasn�t as easy as she had thought. She started flinging the rest in quicker succession, but I still deftly avoided them, even having the audacity to deflect them with just the back of my hand. I had collected all the needles now, and for the first time in this confrontation the girl looked afraid. I flung one needle at her, puncturing her in the middle of her chest. She staggered back a bit, and I stuck another needle in her breast. She fell backwards onto the floor, her eyes very wide. I took two more needs, and thrust them into her chest as hard as I could, forcing them inward all the way up to the plastic handle. She started to bleed freely now. I plunged the rest of the needles into her chest save for one, which I used to stab her repeatedly until her chest/shirt were drenched in blood. Her eyes were blank, rolling to the back of her head. It was weird, after this I was looking at an image, a paper plate full of 3 different people, all with identical stab wounds that I had given the girl. One of them was Alec Baldwin I think, wearing the suit. I couldn�t recognize the other two. The plate was filled with sloshing blood, but it was almost as viscous as syrup. Someone told me not to spill anything, and to throw the plate away. I did, then I woke up.