So I had a Silent Hill-esque dream in which I was praised by a dead woman for my vocabulary,
And of course, it starts in the subway.
I've got a couple of bags with me, I'm guessing one is my clothes, one is my handy capcom backpack with my normal shit in it; and the third is actually a bag with my ps2 and a copy of a Silent Hill game; I think.
On the train with me is Keifer Sutherland.
And I keep having this feeling that this isn't the first type of dream like this I've had. That there are particular things that are going to happen and I have to be ready for them.
Keifer knows something's up, so he and I both grab a couple metal pipes that are laying around as some weird lizard things show up and we have to beat the hell out of them; and then the train pulls into the station.
I start gathering my things, and the station manager guy (who reminds me a lot of Fred Gwynne's character in Pet Semetary); tells me I can only take two bags with me; I take the silent hill game out of the ps2 bag and keep it with me, saying I'll come back for it later. The station guy thinks this is sort of funny. I feel robbed that my dreams have a fucking inventory system. He takes my backpack from me to check it through somethng, and as we emerge from the station, it's overcase, but in that overcast/foggy way where you can't see individual clouds in the sky, everything just appears smoky/hazy. We're next to this old dilpidated house that just feels very...wrong. I think there's a clothesline or something separating the two buildings. He throws my backpack on the ground towards it, and says something like "watch out for the dog". I go for the backpack, and between the stuff on the clothesline I think I see something near the house that looks like a gray dog, maybe a boxer...but swollen.
I head out on my way, apparently I'm going to a relative's house or something, an aunt's, I think. For some reason I'm in a Victorean-era city, it looks like London. The sky is gray, smoky..it might be snowing. This pale, blond woman who's probably around my age in a white dress that looks dirty and yellowed with age comes up to me and starts flirting with me. We start talking about how, revealing something (in this case, skin I imagine, but it is unspoken) slightly or in small sections is better than just showing everything at once. We both say something about it being "tantalizing" at the same time. She's attractive, but she's got bad teeth; and I have this sneaking suspicion that this is going to turn out where if she were wearing anything else, it'd show the pieces of her body that are decayed and rotted away. She commends me on my vocabulary, which is actually one of the nicest compliments I think I could get from a girl. Not that my vocabulary is really all that much to brag about. I keep heading onwards to my destination, and she's following me, saying maybe something about us getting together in 200 years or so. I'm convinced she's a dead woman...and I end up in this dark hallway. My destination on the other side of it, I think. That feeling that this has all happened before, or that I've had dreams like this before is stronger than ever, but I know tihs place is incredibly dangerous, and it will be difficult to make it to the other side. A guy who's dressed as maybe some sort of Guardsman comes to my side, takes my arm (and reminds me of Sam Rockwell) and starts leading me away, the girl is still following...and he says to me, "You need to start running now."
And then I wake up to what sounds like a body hitting the floor upstairs and being dragged across the room.
This doesn't just happen once though. For the next 20 minutes or so, I hear things slamming harder into the ceiling than anything those jokers have done before. The clock says 5:30am.
This was probably one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. Later I think I fell back asleep and had a dream about going to Hawaii as part of a school trip, and as in any dream I have where I'm going somewhere, I'm running late and I think I missed the plane.
I've got a couple of bags with me, I'm guessing one is my clothes, one is my handy capcom backpack with my normal shit in it; and the third is actually a bag with my ps2 and a copy of a Silent Hill game; I think.
On the train with me is Keifer Sutherland.
And I keep having this feeling that this isn't the first type of dream like this I've had. That there are particular things that are going to happen and I have to be ready for them.
Keifer knows something's up, so he and I both grab a couple metal pipes that are laying around as some weird lizard things show up and we have to beat the hell out of them; and then the train pulls into the station.
I start gathering my things, and the station manager guy (who reminds me a lot of Fred Gwynne's character in Pet Semetary); tells me I can only take two bags with me; I take the silent hill game out of the ps2 bag and keep it with me, saying I'll come back for it later. The station guy thinks this is sort of funny. I feel robbed that my dreams have a fucking inventory system. He takes my backpack from me to check it through somethng, and as we emerge from the station, it's overcase, but in that overcast/foggy way where you can't see individual clouds in the sky, everything just appears smoky/hazy. We're next to this old dilpidated house that just feels very...wrong. I think there's a clothesline or something separating the two buildings. He throws my backpack on the ground towards it, and says something like "watch out for the dog". I go for the backpack, and between the stuff on the clothesline I think I see something near the house that looks like a gray dog, maybe a boxer...but swollen.
I head out on my way, apparently I'm going to a relative's house or something, an aunt's, I think. For some reason I'm in a Victorean-era city, it looks like London. The sky is gray, smoky..it might be snowing. This pale, blond woman who's probably around my age in a white dress that looks dirty and yellowed with age comes up to me and starts flirting with me. We start talking about how, revealing something (in this case, skin I imagine, but it is unspoken) slightly or in small sections is better than just showing everything at once. We both say something about it being "tantalizing" at the same time. She's attractive, but she's got bad teeth; and I have this sneaking suspicion that this is going to turn out where if she were wearing anything else, it'd show the pieces of her body that are decayed and rotted away. She commends me on my vocabulary, which is actually one of the nicest compliments I think I could get from a girl. Not that my vocabulary is really all that much to brag about. I keep heading onwards to my destination, and she's following me, saying maybe something about us getting together in 200 years or so. I'm convinced she's a dead woman...and I end up in this dark hallway. My destination on the other side of it, I think. That feeling that this has all happened before, or that I've had dreams like this before is stronger than ever, but I know tihs place is incredibly dangerous, and it will be difficult to make it to the other side. A guy who's dressed as maybe some sort of Guardsman comes to my side, takes my arm (and reminds me of Sam Rockwell) and starts leading me away, the girl is still following...and he says to me, "You need to start running now."
And then I wake up to what sounds like a body hitting the floor upstairs and being dragged across the room.
This doesn't just happen once though. For the next 20 minutes or so, I hear things slamming harder into the ceiling than anything those jokers have done before. The clock says 5:30am.
This was probably one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. Later I think I fell back asleep and had a dream about going to Hawaii as part of a school trip, and as in any dream I have where I'm going somewhere, I'm running late and I think I missed the plane.