What in holy hell does this mean?!
Terror-inducing nightmares are probably the worst mental experiences ever.
Last night was no exception.
I was in a large building of some sort-- sort of like a convention center. The upper level had elevator, glass offices, the usual stuff. The lower level which connected to the street was connected to the upper level by a wide staircase. I was in the upper level with Tom, talking about business and whatnot when people started screaming and running. I knew we should leave so we just started sprinting for the exits. We almost reached one when we were pulled back by a magnetic force. In the lower level of this area there were chairs and tables set up-- like metal folding chairs and those long folding buffet tables.
We didn't know what was going on at first- but this person, or persons, was in control now. He would pick random people and mentally torture them. Be it lifting them with his mind and tossing them, or causing them excruciating pain telepathically-- that kind of mental torture. Tom and I were able to stay hidden among the crowd for a while. Huddled in a corner, wrapped up together. The creature found us and ripped Tom away from me first. This thing, which took the shape of a man, V from V for Vendetta, a black figure, or simple nothingness, was ravaging Tom's body with pain. I could see it hurt him... I screamed out for it to stop, then it came after me. It dropped Tom's seemingly lifeless body and started swooshing towards me. It was stopped because it heard someone else crying, and went to torture them first. I quickly made my way to Tom where I surprisingly found him alive. I held him in my arms tightly, either trying to protect him, prevent him from crying, or who knows what. He was holding onto me for dear life, and I promised I wouldn't let go.
The creature was across the room at this point, in several forms, punishing those for deeds unknown. Then for some reason, it went to the top of the stairs and remarked that it would return soon. The crowd saw this as a chance to escape, so flee we did. Tom had the strength to run, so we bolted. We blew past the glass doors and into the street where a thunderstorm had started. We started sprinting toward our home, as fast as possible. We knew it was a bad idea. The creature would return and suck us back in again. Sure enough, moments later the magnetic pull started again. To prevent being separated again, Tom and I held onto each other tightly as we were pulled back into the room. The creature scolded us for leaving, stating it was a test of our loyalty. How can we be loyal if we don't know what's going on?! Tom and I were curled up in the side of the room this time, between some tables on the floor, trying to hide. The crowd was not as big this time- as people the creature had killed had been removed from the area. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. Tom's holding me, trying to muffle my weeping, but I couldn't stop. I was so distraught I couldn't help it, no matter how much I wanted to. I saw the V form stand up and spy my whimpering. I was able to stop crying enough to repeatedly whisper to Tom, "I love you, I love you, I'm so sorry, I love you." "It's okay, I love you too. It'll be okay. Shh," he replied. Within an instant, this unknown force ripped me from his grasp-- it was as if my back was a magnet. I was turned around to face the V figure, lifted high, then slammed into a table sending splinters and metal everywhere. Again, I was lifted up and thrown against the wall. As I tried to stand, I could feel the blood dripping from my face.
I then woke up to the sound of my alarm.
Sweet release.
Last night was no exception.
I was in a large building of some sort-- sort of like a convention center. The upper level had elevator, glass offices, the usual stuff. The lower level which connected to the street was connected to the upper level by a wide staircase. I was in the upper level with Tom, talking about business and whatnot when people started screaming and running. I knew we should leave so we just started sprinting for the exits. We almost reached one when we were pulled back by a magnetic force. In the lower level of this area there were chairs and tables set up-- like metal folding chairs and those long folding buffet tables.
We didn't know what was going on at first- but this person, or persons, was in control now. He would pick random people and mentally torture them. Be it lifting them with his mind and tossing them, or causing them excruciating pain telepathically-- that kind of mental torture. Tom and I were able to stay hidden among the crowd for a while. Huddled in a corner, wrapped up together. The creature found us and ripped Tom away from me first. This thing, which took the shape of a man, V from V for Vendetta, a black figure, or simple nothingness, was ravaging Tom's body with pain. I could see it hurt him... I screamed out for it to stop, then it came after me. It dropped Tom's seemingly lifeless body and started swooshing towards me. It was stopped because it heard someone else crying, and went to torture them first. I quickly made my way to Tom where I surprisingly found him alive. I held him in my arms tightly, either trying to protect him, prevent him from crying, or who knows what. He was holding onto me for dear life, and I promised I wouldn't let go.
The creature was across the room at this point, in several forms, punishing those for deeds unknown. Then for some reason, it went to the top of the stairs and remarked that it would return soon. The crowd saw this as a chance to escape, so flee we did. Tom had the strength to run, so we bolted. We blew past the glass doors and into the street where a thunderstorm had started. We started sprinting toward our home, as fast as possible. We knew it was a bad idea. The creature would return and suck us back in again. Sure enough, moments later the magnetic pull started again. To prevent being separated again, Tom and I held onto each other tightly as we were pulled back into the room. The creature scolded us for leaving, stating it was a test of our loyalty. How can we be loyal if we don't know what's going on?! Tom and I were curled up in the side of the room this time, between some tables on the floor, trying to hide. The crowd was not as big this time- as people the creature had killed had been removed from the area. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. Tom's holding me, trying to muffle my weeping, but I couldn't stop. I was so distraught I couldn't help it, no matter how much I wanted to. I saw the V form stand up and spy my whimpering. I was able to stop crying enough to repeatedly whisper to Tom, "I love you, I love you, I'm so sorry, I love you." "It's okay, I love you too. It'll be okay. Shh," he replied. Within an instant, this unknown force ripped me from his grasp-- it was as if my back was a magnet. I was turned around to face the V figure, lifted high, then slammed into a table sending splinters and metal everywhere. Again, I was lifted up and thrown against the wall. As I tried to stand, I could feel the blood dripping from my face.
I then woke up to the sound of my alarm.
Sweet release.