Authors Note: I give full credit to the idea for this dream to veryloyalfan. And no the mysterious person isn't Debbie from her story. Just thought I'd clear that up before you all bust a gasket.

…And if Debbie WAS in this story I'd personally have her thrown under a bus. Stupid trick…I hope she dies….Wow I am just dark today aren't I? Meh, goes with the mood of writing a dark story I guess. Either that or my emotions are on the fritz again…they are.

How lovely.

Feelings: Chapter 4

The images flashed through my mind again as if it were actually happening. I could see through three points of views…well sort of.

I wasn't present in the room but I could see like I was actually there. I saw my basement. Well that's a little anti-climactic. Maybe I'm in the wrong room, although I'm not in the room per say…

I heard whimpering and turned to the source. That person- he was gripping Perry the Platypus roughly with two large hands. The hands squeezed painfully around the small animal's body. The agent in his grip fought and tried to frantically escape, but having no such luck. Perry looked up into his eyes, begging him to stop. I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a smirk and he opened the washing machine.

Wait, he wasn't going to-

I gasped in shock.

He was.

Before he could stuff the flailing animal inside the machine I appeared into the room, but I couldn't move. I could only scream.

"Put him down!"

He turned his head to me and I couldn't see his face in the dimly lit room, he must have done something to silence me because I could no longer speak. Perry the Platypus didn't seem to hear me. He turned back and slammed my nemesis inside of the machine. Perry's arms reached out and he started to climb out, I silently rooted for him. As soon as he was almost there, the man slammed the door shut and I heard two slams; one from the door slamming against my nemesis' head and the other from him hitting the bottom of the machine.

The man started the machine and my features fell at the setting he switched it on.

Quick Wash.

Not hand setting so the water wouldn't go over his head but quick wash. He somehow without touching me, forced me to look at the washer -reminding me that he was the one in charge- and made my point of view change- much to my dismay- to the helpless platypus inside the metal death trap.

Perry's; He was fully submerged in the water and suds as the machine twirled him around and forced water into his mouth and down his throat.

Just like that time on the rocks… I sadly thought back to that nightmare.

Eventually my point of view changed back to my own and he stopped the washing machine. He popped open the lid and roughly lifted the animal out of the water by the scruff of his neck. The platypus coughed and sputtered water. He threw the small animal to the floor like he was nothing and kicked him hard in the stomach.

I tried to move and force myself out of this invisible hold he seemed to have around me but I couldn't. I looked back to see him pick my nemesis back up and stuff him in…the dryer.

He closed the lid and sat a bunch of books on top. Then he turned it on and it started. The man headed up the stairs, leaving us alone in the basement and I knew…he wasn't coming back. I watched him go until he moved his hand and a mysterious force jerk my head to face the dryer and just like that he changed my point of view and left, I heard a click and I knew that he had locked the door.

Perry's eyes; the platypus tumbled painfully in the dryer. The heat from it made it feel like an oven and each time he hit a side of the dryer it would burn and singe his fur. Perry gasped and whimpered every time he hit the hot metal. The hot air made it harder and harder to breathe. He was also terribly dizzy and his head ached from hitting it against the metal. The platypus continually tumbled without stopping, being burned, slammed, cooked and suffocated to death.

I woke up in my bed yet again with a start. These dreams have got to mean something, I just need to connect the dots and figure out what. I know! I'll ask myself what they mean and then- wait.

…

What am I thinking? I have to get some more sleep, if not for my health but for my sanity and brain. I have got to think this out more.