for paradisa dream plot
It seems like it's too good to be true.
That's because it is.
You're together. Happy. A family, like you were supposed to be. You, mom, dad and Sammy, happy, safe and alive. Everything's shining, colourful and bright, like it's a movie. You're happy. Happy. They're happy. But a dark cloud is coming, churning, purplish-black, seemingly sparking with electricity. You see it from the window, and it swallows up the colours like a voracious, hungry thing.
Next thing you know, you're standing over your parents' bodies. You're not there for long. Just long enough to see your mother, eyes open and glassy, her midsection sliced open, but she's on the floor, not the ceiling -- and your dad, next to her. He looks like he's sleeping. You remember that that's how he looked when you lost him. But then --
"We're not gonna make it in time, Dean."
Everyone you ever failed. Everyone who ever died because you were too slow. They're all there, dead, and you couldn't do anything to stop it -- no, you didn't do anything to stop it. Wasn't that what dad always taught you? To save people? To get there in time before whatever evil, supernatural thing got them? But they're all dead because of you. Because you were too slow. You're detached, looking in on the scene -- you see yourself. You're standing over them. Looking down, down at their bodies, and it looks like pain on your face -- but you lift your head, and your eyes are black as night. Demonic. Possessed. You remember this dream.
And this? This is what you're gonna become!
If you ever go home. If you ever go back. If you ever leave Paradisa.
The bodies never end. Just when you think you're going to be sick, one in particular catches your eye. The ambient light sparks, bringing the body in and out of focus, but you can make it out.
It's your brother. It's Sam. Grief and sickness rips through you.
And just as quickly, you're all alone. Completely. It's a dark silence, and it seems to go on forever. Sam is gone. Your parents are gone. And just like that, you're in a polar opposite of what the dream started out as -- dark, suffocating and completely alone.
"You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore'. You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault."
"Stop."
A scene fades in, now. A familiar scene for you. You've had this dream before. Your own voice -- you are speaking to you. "I mean, after all, you've got nothin' outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."
"Stop it."
"No, all there is is, 'watch out for Sammy! Look out for your little brother, boy!' You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell. I mean, think about it. All he ever did was train you. Boss you around. But Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved. Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothin' else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died, why should you?"
"SON OF A BITCH."
But the scene disappears again, and you're alone again.
Completely alone.
There isn't much that scares you.
But you're terrified.
That's because it is.
You're together. Happy. A family, like you were supposed to be. You, mom, dad and Sammy, happy, safe and alive. Everything's shining, colourful and bright, like it's a movie. You're happy. Happy. They're happy. But a dark cloud is coming, churning, purplish-black, seemingly sparking with electricity. You see it from the window, and it swallows up the colours like a voracious, hungry thing.
Next thing you know, you're standing over your parents' bodies. You're not there for long. Just long enough to see your mother, eyes open and glassy, her midsection sliced open, but she's on the floor, not the ceiling -- and your dad, next to her. He looks like he's sleeping. You remember that that's how he looked when you lost him. But then --
"We're not gonna make it in time, Dean."
Everyone you ever failed. Everyone who ever died because you were too slow. They're all there, dead, and you couldn't do anything to stop it -- no, you didn't do anything to stop it. Wasn't that what dad always taught you? To save people? To get there in time before whatever evil, supernatural thing got them? But they're all dead because of you. Because you were too slow. You're detached, looking in on the scene -- you see yourself. You're standing over them. Looking down, down at their bodies, and it looks like pain on your face -- but you lift your head, and your eyes are black as night. Demonic. Possessed. You remember this dream.
And this? This is what you're gonna become!
If you ever go home. If you ever go back. If you ever leave Paradisa.
The bodies never end. Just when you think you're going to be sick, one in particular catches your eye. The ambient light sparks, bringing the body in and out of focus, but you can make it out.
It's your brother. It's Sam. Grief and sickness rips through you.
And just as quickly, you're all alone. Completely. It's a dark silence, and it seems to go on forever. Sam is gone. Your parents are gone. And just like that, you're in a polar opposite of what the dream started out as -- dark, suffocating and completely alone.
"You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore'. You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault."
"Stop."
A scene fades in, now. A familiar scene for you. You've had this dream before. Your own voice -- you are speaking to you. "I mean, after all, you've got nothin' outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."
"Stop it."
"No, all there is is, 'watch out for Sammy! Look out for your little brother, boy!' You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell. I mean, think about it. All he ever did was train you. Boss you around. But Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved. Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothin' else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died, why should you?"
"SON OF A BITCH."
But the scene disappears again, and you're alone again.
Completely alone.
There isn't much that scares you.
But you're terrified.