Nightmare 2. although this is more a repressed memory from my childhood
same field as before, grey skys and dirt
(imagine children of the corn with the cruxified man)
i am bound on a crux and my body is naked from the waist up. surgical and cutting instruments appear on the ground next to me and slowly one by one they are used to hurt me, my flesh is cut open like silk and parts away, falling to the ground to expose my organs. i view this from both my ties up perspective and that of the invisible being cutting me up. scalpes slowly cut out my organs and discard them into the gray dirt beneath me. my remaining organs are on fire as the cold wind blows through and hurts those still functioning. the blood runs out of my skinless torso and i am left to see in drip like water into the soil as my discarded kidneys and lungs and liver shrivel up like plastic in a fire then blow away into nothingness. my ribs are later removed and placed into my neck where i see first hand how my veins are torn from my skin, like strong roots of a plant coming from the ground
all i feel is fear and no pain.
i am thankful for the lack of pain