Bad dream

I haven't had a nightmare for a long time. But last night, I had a bad dream. I don't know if i would call it a nightmare, since I wasn't frighten to the point where I woke up from it. But I was scared.

It was in a real life version of the movie SAW. I was chosen as one of the test object. My test began with a pair of scissors that was tucked in a narrow groove within an old school typewriter. I was not given the usual audio instructions, but somehow I knew what I needed to do. I was able to distract the scissors without it launching into my face. Once I got hold of the scissors, the test begins. The typewriter started typing by itself propelling paper out from a paper roll instead of the usual sheets. My task was to cut each paper out while trying to catch up to the speed in which the paper was coming out. When i make my first incision, I realized that it is a pair of dull scissors. It can hardly cut through anything. As the typewriter keeps typing and spacing out papers, I wasn't able to catch up.

Suddenly from behind me, I felt a sharp blade cutting through my hair. You know that feeling when your hairdresser pulls tightly onto part of your hair and glade their scissors through it for a clean line. That's how it felt, a tear through the back of my hair. I turned around and it was Jigsaw. But this time, Jigsaw is a she (It's Helena Bonham Carter - don't ask me why). She told me I had failed the test, and she is going to reveal what will now happen to me. According to the movie, this usually follow by a tormenting death. I was so afraid to suffer the pain that I begged her to kill me instantly. Next thing I know she was slashing my stomach open with a knife. In order to stop her from "showing me my death", I got a hold of a small knife and ended up cutting her to pieces. My motive wasn't intent to kill, but rather to keep her from mutilating me further. After her death, the building started to crumble. Somehow there was a love one who was also in the building, I can't recall who exactly. I told him/her to leave as I know I will die shortly from the wounds.

Then my cell phone rang, and I woke up.