just a dream
Kiyoshi and I slept in the genkan last night because he was too lazy to move. I'm never sleeping there again, because this dream was a little too much, even for me, and I woke up feeling nervous and on-edge and like I didn't actually get the chance to sleep because my brain was all over the place.
So it starts, I'm in the car. This is my car that I've just acquired and I'm getting gas and smokes and random shit because why not, right? And anyways I'm in there for what feels like forever talking to this guy about everything. Football, magic tricks, cars, whatever. Then, I finally leave, and there's a friend of mine getting gas, too. She rambles off some excuse that I know is total bullshit and gets in my car to leave hers where it is. Then we end up with three more people, and they're in the backseat. So now we're supposed to be going somewhere that I say I've been a million times and know how to get there, but passenger-chick insists we need the map.
Ok at the end of this one street is this weird, giant house, that I know I've been in before, and I've dreamed about this house. I realize it now, but in the dream I just knew I'd been in it. It was the wrong building, but it was right where we needed to be. So I was really confused and tried to turn the car around, but it wouldn't go. The wheels got all locked up, and the people in they backseat are screaming, and it's no good.
Mental dream flash to two sets of people -- they look like small children dressed up for Halloween and they're walking towards each other. The street is huge, and separates two neighborhoods, and the kids start to fight. And then I realize their swords are real, and the problem is that you can't kill the kids from the neighborhood I'm now trapped in with two other chicks and these two guys. We find out why, later.
All right. So now the crusaders and I are armed and in this giant, multi-story, rotting, warehouse type building. We get separated, but know where we're supposed to meet. Everything is really blue, in color. The buildings, the floors, the clothes of the people who live in this place. And everything is absolutely filthy. Like everything is rotting. The people, their clothes, the furniture, the walls floors ceilings, and it smells. Well, now these people, because there's only a couple at this point, have seen me, and they're after me. I start running, climbing up through this building and making my way towards the ceiling, and the center. They're closing in, only two rooms separate us, and there's this grate on the wall. I kick it open, it's too far down, must go up. They don't expect me to go up. This is a random, small building inside of this warehouse thing we've ended up in. I'm on the roof, trying not to fall through. There's no way down, but there's a ceiling grate panel. I open it, to see if I can't get down on that level to wait them out.
That level, I realize, isn't actually the top floor. It used to be, but the floors are rotting, one by one, deliberately done by these people. Which isn't so bad until I realized that the floor wasn't covered in trash -- the room is literally full, almost to the ceiling, of this liquid, and what I thought were tiles are scraps of clothes, and the liquid is rotten people. My people, I'm supposed to be saving from these other people. Ok, don't panic, find another way down. All of the other people are gone now, they've realized there's more than just me, and my comrades have already made it to where I'm supposed to be meeting them. Get off the building, jump in to a pile of hope-it's-not-half-decayed-human but if it is, oh well, at least it broke the fall and I can commence the running.
I finally make it to the rendezvous point, and meet up with my group. We break in to a building and start moving upwards. When we get to the top floor of this building, it lets us out on another warehouse floor, but it's closer to the ground level than the previous one. There's a man in this room. He's like 2.5m tall, is gray, has these strange, pointed ears that stick out from his temples, and these fingers and toes that are twice as long as they should be. Ok, don't panic even though the realization sets in that you've wandered in to the feeding quarters of one of their demi-gods. It's cool, we can get through this somehow. Finally, it's time to fight, there's no reservation in killing him like there is in killing the rotten people. I reach back. Someone's stollen my knife. This is not good. I have my sword still, but where's my knife. We all panic, and the girl from the backseat gets caught by demi-god. That's cool, he's just gonna eat her while we look for the knife. And by eat her I obviously mean drain her blood on to the mattress that already oozes and fill her veins up with this shit that turns people to liquid and suck all her insides out until just the skin is left. Delicious, right?
Just outside the room, this bitch has my knife. I know it, so does everyone else. I lose my cool, and kill her. Got my knife back, but run. Run! Back to the demi-god room, because he won't touch us. Unwilling or not, we gave him a sacrifice. As long as we can hide behind the other doors, we'll be safe. The woman I killed has now transcended. The smokelike figure she instantly became starts to solidify. More than human, she takes the shape of the demi-god, but smaller, with a definite tint of red. But no one has time to dwell because she's screaming "master, master" in this warped, gravely, deep voice. Apparently, they over react, and because he was eating she now thinks he's starving, and starts going batshit berserk. Please don't see me behind this door. Guess I thought too loud. Her hands are too big and clumsy and new to actually let her grasp the doorknob and pull it open, but it's taking most everything in me to hold it shut, so I'm glad she's an idiot. The dead girl from the backseat is staring at me through the crack in the door. Her eyes melt in to her face and leave empty sockets, and I turn around to try and get the window open. She's still screaming "master, master" trying at the other doors, knowing we're there, but no one can wait.
I get the window open, and see the guy who was sitting behind me running across the floor, to the stairwell, to go up, so we can get down to the next level. Only one of us has to make it. I get out of the room just behind the girl from the passenger's seat. The other guy, the one who'd been sitting in the middle, he's dangling from the window by a broken leg. The monster doesn't get him, but the people have gotten brave enough to investigate, and they see him. Whatever happens isn't going to be pretty. Now, we're on the ground floor. Everything is miserable here. The two sets of kids on the street are still fighting, we can hear them, but it can't be easy. How do you fight an enemy you absolutely can't kill? That's why we're here. Because we can, we just have to make the right weapons. Somewhere on this floor is their breeding grounds. The floor splits, the creatures are coming. This far updown they're covered in hair. What looks like hair, anyways, but my leg is stuck in the floor, I can't be bothered to care. Try to break free, fall through the floor in to...
Telling myself it's mud doesn't make me want to vomit any less, and it doesn't stop the realization that it's not hair, it's maggots. I know it was just a dream, but I still feel like I need to shower all day. Apparently, what happens after those demi-god creatures have sucked people's rotten grossness dry? All that gets broken down by the digestive system, and ends up here. In one giant, slightly liquid but mostly clumpy solid pit. Remember the knife-thief I killed and she left her skin behind? Well, now we know why everyone here looks like they're rotting and wounded. Because they get used over again. The maggot-covered shit monsters have this hierarchy, and whichever one is next in line gets to live in the most recently vacated meat suit, until it gets killed and can move on up to the next level. So now there's hundreds of these things, running around on the floor above, searching for all of us. Deep breath, plug your nose, don't think too much. Now you can pass for one of those things for a little while. Long enough to be able to sneak out the back, on to the street and directly across the way is the graveyard. Why a graveyard, you might ask? Because people aren't actually buried. Their families think they are, and visit their graves, but when a human dies it's recycled by these things. But only certain ones who fit their ideal of what they want.
Time to run, again. There's the car, they're close behind us, but it's ok. We get in, take off, it's just me, the passenger's seat girl, and the guy sitting behind me. The car takes off. I'm willing it to go faster, but it's not, and something's wrong but no one wants to say it. We're almost out of the neighborhood before it craps out, and everyone's jumping out before it even comes to a complete stop. Three more blocks, two more blocks, this is the last block, now everyone is chasing after us. The monsters and the people and the not-quite-demi-god creatures, all of them. They can't let any of us get out. The girl from the passenger's seat trips, and the guy who was sitting behind me hesitates for a moment, because he doesn't want to leave her, and he's screaming for me to stop running, but I can't. I want to, but now I realized why she tripped, and I can see the line in the sand that separates us. I keep telling myself not to think about it. Don't think about how the shit you're covered in has started moving, is trying to eat your skin, just keep running.
I don't know if I made it, or how it ended, because I woke up.
So it starts, I'm in the car. This is my car that I've just acquired and I'm getting gas and smokes and random shit because why not, right? And anyways I'm in there for what feels like forever talking to this guy about everything. Football, magic tricks, cars, whatever. Then, I finally leave, and there's a friend of mine getting gas, too. She rambles off some excuse that I know is total bullshit and gets in my car to leave hers where it is. Then we end up with three more people, and they're in the backseat. So now we're supposed to be going somewhere that I say I've been a million times and know how to get there, but passenger-chick insists we need the map.
Ok at the end of this one street is this weird, giant house, that I know I've been in before, and I've dreamed about this house. I realize it now, but in the dream I just knew I'd been in it. It was the wrong building, but it was right where we needed to be. So I was really confused and tried to turn the car around, but it wouldn't go. The wheels got all locked up, and the people in they backseat are screaming, and it's no good.
Mental dream flash to two sets of people -- they look like small children dressed up for Halloween and they're walking towards each other. The street is huge, and separates two neighborhoods, and the kids start to fight. And then I realize their swords are real, and the problem is that you can't kill the kids from the neighborhood I'm now trapped in with two other chicks and these two guys. We find out why, later.
All right. So now the crusaders and I are armed and in this giant, multi-story, rotting, warehouse type building. We get separated, but know where we're supposed to meet. Everything is really blue, in color. The buildings, the floors, the clothes of the people who live in this place. And everything is absolutely filthy. Like everything is rotting. The people, their clothes, the furniture, the walls floors ceilings, and it smells. Well, now these people, because there's only a couple at this point, have seen me, and they're after me. I start running, climbing up through this building and making my way towards the ceiling, and the center. They're closing in, only two rooms separate us, and there's this grate on the wall. I kick it open, it's too far down, must go up. They don't expect me to go up. This is a random, small building inside of this warehouse thing we've ended up in. I'm on the roof, trying not to fall through. There's no way down, but there's a ceiling grate panel. I open it, to see if I can't get down on that level to wait them out.
That level, I realize, isn't actually the top floor. It used to be, but the floors are rotting, one by one, deliberately done by these people. Which isn't so bad until I realized that the floor wasn't covered in trash -- the room is literally full, almost to the ceiling, of this liquid, and what I thought were tiles are scraps of clothes, and the liquid is rotten people. My people, I'm supposed to be saving from these other people. Ok, don't panic, find another way down. All of the other people are gone now, they've realized there's more than just me, and my comrades have already made it to where I'm supposed to be meeting them. Get off the building, jump in to a pile of hope-it's-not-half-decayed-human but if it is, oh well, at least it broke the fall and I can commence the running.
I finally make it to the rendezvous point, and meet up with my group. We break in to a building and start moving upwards. When we get to the top floor of this building, it lets us out on another warehouse floor, but it's closer to the ground level than the previous one. There's a man in this room. He's like 2.5m tall, is gray, has these strange, pointed ears that stick out from his temples, and these fingers and toes that are twice as long as they should be. Ok, don't panic even though the realization sets in that you've wandered in to the feeding quarters of one of their demi-gods. It's cool, we can get through this somehow. Finally, it's time to fight, there's no reservation in killing him like there is in killing the rotten people. I reach back. Someone's stollen my knife. This is not good. I have my sword still, but where's my knife. We all panic, and the girl from the backseat gets caught by demi-god. That's cool, he's just gonna eat her while we look for the knife. And by eat her I obviously mean drain her blood on to the mattress that already oozes and fill her veins up with this shit that turns people to liquid and suck all her insides out until just the skin is left. Delicious, right?
Just outside the room, this bitch has my knife. I know it, so does everyone else. I lose my cool, and kill her. Got my knife back, but run. Run! Back to the demi-god room, because he won't touch us. Unwilling or not, we gave him a sacrifice. As long as we can hide behind the other doors, we'll be safe. The woman I killed has now transcended. The smokelike figure she instantly became starts to solidify. More than human, she takes the shape of the demi-god, but smaller, with a definite tint of red. But no one has time to dwell because she's screaming "master, master" in this warped, gravely, deep voice. Apparently, they over react, and because he was eating she now thinks he's starving, and starts going batshit berserk. Please don't see me behind this door. Guess I thought too loud. Her hands are too big and clumsy and new to actually let her grasp the doorknob and pull it open, but it's taking most everything in me to hold it shut, so I'm glad she's an idiot. The dead girl from the backseat is staring at me through the crack in the door. Her eyes melt in to her face and leave empty sockets, and I turn around to try and get the window open. She's still screaming "master, master" trying at the other doors, knowing we're there, but no one can wait.
I get the window open, and see the guy who was sitting behind me running across the floor, to the stairwell, to go up, so we can get down to the next level. Only one of us has to make it. I get out of the room just behind the girl from the passenger's seat. The other guy, the one who'd been sitting in the middle, he's dangling from the window by a broken leg. The monster doesn't get him, but the people have gotten brave enough to investigate, and they see him. Whatever happens isn't going to be pretty. Now, we're on the ground floor. Everything is miserable here. The two sets of kids on the street are still fighting, we can hear them, but it can't be easy. How do you fight an enemy you absolutely can't kill? That's why we're here. Because we can, we just have to make the right weapons. Somewhere on this floor is their breeding grounds. The floor splits, the creatures are coming. This far updown they're covered in hair. What looks like hair, anyways, but my leg is stuck in the floor, I can't be bothered to care. Try to break free, fall through the floor in to...
Telling myself it's mud doesn't make me want to vomit any less, and it doesn't stop the realization that it's not hair, it's maggots. I know it was just a dream, but I still feel like I need to shower all day. Apparently, what happens after those demi-god creatures have sucked people's rotten grossness dry? All that gets broken down by the digestive system, and ends up here. In one giant, slightly liquid but mostly clumpy solid pit. Remember the knife-thief I killed and she left her skin behind? Well, now we know why everyone here looks like they're rotting and wounded. Because they get used over again. The maggot-covered shit monsters have this hierarchy, and whichever one is next in line gets to live in the most recently vacated meat suit, until it gets killed and can move on up to the next level. So now there's hundreds of these things, running around on the floor above, searching for all of us. Deep breath, plug your nose, don't think too much. Now you can pass for one of those things for a little while. Long enough to be able to sneak out the back, on to the street and directly across the way is the graveyard. Why a graveyard, you might ask? Because people aren't actually buried. Their families think they are, and visit their graves, but when a human dies it's recycled by these things. But only certain ones who fit their ideal of what they want.
Time to run, again. There's the car, they're close behind us, but it's ok. We get in, take off, it's just me, the passenger's seat girl, and the guy sitting behind me. The car takes off. I'm willing it to go faster, but it's not, and something's wrong but no one wants to say it. We're almost out of the neighborhood before it craps out, and everyone's jumping out before it even comes to a complete stop. Three more blocks, two more blocks, this is the last block, now everyone is chasing after us. The monsters and the people and the not-quite-demi-god creatures, all of them. They can't let any of us get out. The girl from the passenger's seat trips, and the guy who was sitting behind me hesitates for a moment, because he doesn't want to leave her, and he's screaming for me to stop running, but I can't. I want to, but now I realized why she tripped, and I can see the line in the sand that separates us. I keep telling myself not to think about it. Don't think about how the shit you're covered in has started moving, is trying to eat your skin, just keep running.
I don't know if I made it, or how it ended, because I woke up.