Fighting to escape town ruled by evil cat-people
Last night I dreamt I was in a small town at night, and I wasn’t allowed to leave. The town was ruled by three sadistic people (two men and a woman), and there were spies everywhere to make sure no one tried to leave. I didn’t know who was in cahoots with the rulers and who wasn’t, and it seemed like there was nowhere I could go without being watched. I was in the front parking lot of a grocery store when a woman called my cell phone. She said she was part of a resistance movement against the rulers, and she wanted me to join. She said she would instruct me how to get to their hideout without being followed. Following her directions, I ran through the parking lot toward the front of the store, and some of the spies started chasing me. Some spies were ostensibly normal civilians, and others wore cartoonish masks (one of them was a storm trooper mask). As I got to the front of the store, the woman on the phone instructed me to make a sharp left, and then run around to the back of the store and down a hill. I managed to lose the spies in a crowd of shoppers, and I ran down the hill to find an empty warehouse. I don’t remember actually meeting with the resistance, but it was established that we had planned to kill the three rulers so we could escape the town. The dream was rather inconsistent on what the rulers were; sometimes they were humans and sometimes they were cats.
We managed to kill the female ruler first, but I don’t remember how we did it. All I remember is seeing her dead on the floor of the warehouse after we had killed her. I was then in the parking lot of the grocery store during the day, and I was looking for the other two rulers. I saw some masked spies walking around at the front of the store, and I wondered if they knew we had killed one of the rulers.
Back at the warehouse, two of the resistance guys were making out on a balcony platform. Unbeknownst to them, the two male rulers were approaching in cat form. The more sadistic of the two was a brown cat, and the mellower one was a gray cat. The make-out guys somehow became aware of the cats, but I don’t remember exactly what happened next. There may have been a minor struggle, but both cats somehow ended up on the bottom floor below the balcony. I was on the balcony with the two guys at this point, and I spotted three hot clothes irons. It was established that the sadistic ruler had plugged them in and was planning to torture us when the irons reached maximum heat. He started coming up the stairs, now in human form. I grabbed a fireplace poker and hit him in the head several times, but he was unfazed and kept coming up the stairs. I then grabbed one of the irons and hit him with it, but this didn’t affect him either. When he was two steps from the top, I pressed the iron against his temple and burned him. He seemed momentarily stunned by this, so I pressed the iron against his cheek. He started to stagger backward, but he regained his balance. I kept the iron pressed against his cheek, and I kept pushing through with the pointy end until I burned his cheek away and exposed the inside of his mouth. He lost his balance again, and this time I whacked him with the iron and knocked him down the stairs. He was knocked unconscious. I ran down, poured gasoline on him, and set him on fire. The bottom floor of the warehouse became the den at my house in Abingdon. I was thinking about going to get a fire extinguisher so I could put out the fire as soon as I was satisfied that the guy was dead. I decided to look for the final ruler, and I spotted him in cat form hiding under a chair. I pulled him out, but the guys on the balcony said that he never really did anything bad, so I shouldn’t kill him. I sat down with him on the couch and considered keeping him as a pet. That’s all I remember.
We managed to kill the female ruler first, but I don’t remember how we did it. All I remember is seeing her dead on the floor of the warehouse after we had killed her. I was then in the parking lot of the grocery store during the day, and I was looking for the other two rulers. I saw some masked spies walking around at the front of the store, and I wondered if they knew we had killed one of the rulers.
Back at the warehouse, two of the resistance guys were making out on a balcony platform. Unbeknownst to them, the two male rulers were approaching in cat form. The more sadistic of the two was a brown cat, and the mellower one was a gray cat. The make-out guys somehow became aware of the cats, but I don’t remember exactly what happened next. There may have been a minor struggle, but both cats somehow ended up on the bottom floor below the balcony. I was on the balcony with the two guys at this point, and I spotted three hot clothes irons. It was established that the sadistic ruler had plugged them in and was planning to torture us when the irons reached maximum heat. He started coming up the stairs, now in human form. I grabbed a fireplace poker and hit him in the head several times, but he was unfazed and kept coming up the stairs. I then grabbed one of the irons and hit him with it, but this didn’t affect him either. When he was two steps from the top, I pressed the iron against his temple and burned him. He seemed momentarily stunned by this, so I pressed the iron against his cheek. He started to stagger backward, but he regained his balance. I kept the iron pressed against his cheek, and I kept pushing through with the pointy end until I burned his cheek away and exposed the inside of his mouth. He lost his balance again, and this time I whacked him with the iron and knocked him down the stairs. He was knocked unconscious. I ran down, poured gasoline on him, and set him on fire. The bottom floor of the warehouse became the den at my house in Abingdon. I was thinking about going to get a fire extinguisher so I could put out the fire as soon as I was satisfied that the guy was dead. I decided to look for the final ruler, and I spotted him in cat form hiding under a chair. I pulled him out, but the guys on the balcony said that he never really did anything bad, so I shouldn’t kill him. I sat down with him on the couch and considered keeping him as a pet. That’s all I remember.