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I just had one of the scariest fucking nightmares I've had in a long time.
It started out like one of my normal crazy dreams. Me and three nameless, faceless friends were in a huge city celebrating the New Year. We were driving around, danced in this big fountain (it was one of those that spit water out of the asphalt in a pretty pattern), and generally having a good time. At some point, two of my friends disappear for the night because it was getting late and the other guy and I go home. I guess he was my boyfriend or something because we were pretty close through the whole dream.
When we get home, we get into an argument. I was concerned that something was wrong because it was October and don't we usually celebrate New Year's in January? He kept arguing that, no, it was always in October, always was in October, and would always BE in October. Something was super wrong.
At some point, the other two friends come over and it's daytime. They're really worried about something so we all go outside and the streets are empty. There are no people anywhere except for us. All four of us start freaking out when this group of people in a trance comes marching around the corner and they all have weapons. Naturally, we freak out and run to find the nearest source of weaponry possible, which... actually ended up being really convenient as there was a sword store down the balcony-walk-thing we were on. We get weapons and go to fight, but every time we try to defend ourselves, the people just surrender.
Eventually, they snap out of the trance and can't remember what was going on except for something to do with white vans. One of them manages to explain a little more, telling us that it was going to start soon and we needed to hide from the vans. When we heard any sort of vehicle coming, we had to hide. There would be valves we could turn that would light up certain areas and we would know that they would be secure (only from the vans, nothing else). Godspeed.
Right after that, the four of us are plunged into a twisted version of the world. Literally, it looked (and acted) like Silent Hill met Fallout 3 with remnants of a child's broken dream. It was dark, there were no stars, the light was very dim at best and came from some street lamps. There were ripped apart toys lining the sidewalk and streets, as well as rubble, pipes, stuff like that.
It kind of went a little video game-y at this point because I remember actually assessing an inventory like system for myself. I had acquired a shotgun, throwing stars, and a flashlight. The sword had disappeared at some point. We all had flashlights, too, because we had a talk about how we would use only one at a time to save the batteries, so single file, with me at the end, we head out into the dark.
We keep hearing weird noises, but nothing super eventful happens until we round a corner and reach a fence. The only thing we really know is that we need to turn the valves, so we've decided to find as many as we can while we try to escape hell city. Seemed like a good plan. Anyway, fence. It's in a narrow alleyway. The two friends start trying to pick the lock to it (there was a huge heavy chain and padlock keeping it closed), while boyfriend kept his eyes straight ahead for monsters and I had my back to his, keeping an eye out for monsters coming at us from the back still.
We run into something, but holy shit. Sitting up in a tree by the entrance of an alley is a sort of cat thing. It's really deformed, but you can definitely tell that there's a cat part to it. It's just fucking staring at us so rather than take any chances, I try to shoot. Bullet ricochets off. I try again and the same thing happens a few more times. Cat thing doesn't seem to care and just keeps watching us. Try the ninja stars this time. It seems annoyed and kind of flap-creaks down from the tree like a weird bird and lands by us, which is when I get to see what it looks like.
It's a very ornate, silver picture frame with the picture of a fluffy white cat at its center. The kitty seems really mournful and not harmful in the least, so I crouch down to talk to it. It tells me this sad story about how it was in love with this taxidermy cat in the window of the apartment next to it and had been for years. Now, since they were both animate, the picture and Chuck Testa stuffed cat thought they could be together, but the stuffed cat was trapped in the apartment and couldn't get out. Could we help?
By this time, two friends had managed to get the lock undone. Me, unable to turn down a sentient picture frame's quest for love voices that we should help it. The others think I'm nuts. I stick pretty adamant by it, so boyfriend suggests that he and I help the cats while the other two check out the small buildings just past the fence. We won't take long and they're just a few feet apart, he says.
So we go and help the cats, me carrying the picture frame. We had to bust down the door to the apartment the stuffed cat was in to get there and remove a large tree branch trapping it, but the two cats were happy. The picture cat offers us a piece of advice: don't go into any area that's pitch dark. The monsters around are bad enough, but the things that lurk in there are the worst, even worse than the vans that roam around.
With thanks and understanding, we go to find our friends. Only we can't find them. The entire area has shifted. We're both pissed that we split up now, but rationalise that they also have weapons and light, so they should be okay. We keep walking, blah, blah, blah. We come to this wide street with a power plant sitting on top of a giant mountain of rubble, looking almost like one of the Aztec pyramids, some broken down apartments straight across from it, and an intersection at the end with... what do you know, a valve.
As we make towards it, we hear the rumbling of a car. I bolt for the apartments, he bolts into the rubble. They stop by where the guy had hidden and I hear a scuffle, then the white van peals away. I'm 100% convinced at this point that the boyfriend dude has been taken, that's what happened to our other friends, that this is a fate worse than death, and I was going to die alone in a wasteland.
Then the valve clicks and the light comes on. I see a figure dart up the rubble and into the power plant. There is hope again! I dash up the stairs, but not before I see something brokenly crawling quickly toward me from down the street. I pick up the pace, but I'm not fast enough. What jumps are three plush dolls. They're all sewn together and hideous. They want to sew me to them, too. We fight on the stairs and I'm hacking at them frantically with what's left of my ninja stars, but they're really strong for some reason. I do finally manage to pull them off, rip them apart, and tear out their stuffing. There were needles and sutures in the jacket I was wearing.
I make it into the plant, finally, and it's dark. Pitch black after a certain point. Shit.
There are broken, hanging walkways everywhere and I can hear things creaking in the dark. I know the person I saw running up there was in there somewhere, but I was terrified of making noise, just in case.
I find this walkway that goes up and there's a little niche with some spiral stairs. I start going up, only to be blocked by a giant rock. The stairs were set in such a way that I could rearrange the ones above me, so I did to move the rock and keep going up. I hit the ceiling and look down. There's a set of glowing eyes staring straight back up at me and scaling the stairs.
I guess there was a light switch by me because I hit it in and the whole room lights up. There's this monster crawling up the stairs for me. It's got blue skin and the biggest fucking teeth I have ever seen. Normally, I would be all, 'lolololol blue monster guy WAT' but the way I was being stared at was in this loving, 'I'm going to tear all of your flesh off very slowly while you're still alive to make a new suit' way that it could be a fluffy bunny and I would still pretty much pee my pants.
It gets close enough to start caressing my hand with its nails and I look over the stairs, contemplating on whether or not I would die or just be horribly injured by jumping.
I realized I didn't care and jumped anyway.
When I woke up, I could still feel where the thing had scratched at my hand. Creepiest fucking feeling ever.
And that was my dream! (It's probably full of typos, but fuck it. Got it down, that's the point.)
It started out like one of my normal crazy dreams. Me and three nameless, faceless friends were in a huge city celebrating the New Year. We were driving around, danced in this big fountain (it was one of those that spit water out of the asphalt in a pretty pattern), and generally having a good time. At some point, two of my friends disappear for the night because it was getting late and the other guy and I go home. I guess he was my boyfriend or something because we were pretty close through the whole dream.
When we get home, we get into an argument. I was concerned that something was wrong because it was October and don't we usually celebrate New Year's in January? He kept arguing that, no, it was always in October, always was in October, and would always BE in October. Something was super wrong.
At some point, the other two friends come over and it's daytime. They're really worried about something so we all go outside and the streets are empty. There are no people anywhere except for us. All four of us start freaking out when this group of people in a trance comes marching around the corner and they all have weapons. Naturally, we freak out and run to find the nearest source of weaponry possible, which... actually ended up being really convenient as there was a sword store down the balcony-walk-thing we were on. We get weapons and go to fight, but every time we try to defend ourselves, the people just surrender.
Eventually, they snap out of the trance and can't remember what was going on except for something to do with white vans. One of them manages to explain a little more, telling us that it was going to start soon and we needed to hide from the vans. When we heard any sort of vehicle coming, we had to hide. There would be valves we could turn that would light up certain areas and we would know that they would be secure (only from the vans, nothing else). Godspeed.
Right after that, the four of us are plunged into a twisted version of the world. Literally, it looked (and acted) like Silent Hill met Fallout 3 with remnants of a child's broken dream. It was dark, there were no stars, the light was very dim at best and came from some street lamps. There were ripped apart toys lining the sidewalk and streets, as well as rubble, pipes, stuff like that.
It kind of went a little video game-y at this point because I remember actually assessing an inventory like system for myself. I had acquired a shotgun, throwing stars, and a flashlight. The sword had disappeared at some point. We all had flashlights, too, because we had a talk about how we would use only one at a time to save the batteries, so single file, with me at the end, we head out into the dark.
We keep hearing weird noises, but nothing super eventful happens until we round a corner and reach a fence. The only thing we really know is that we need to turn the valves, so we've decided to find as many as we can while we try to escape hell city. Seemed like a good plan. Anyway, fence. It's in a narrow alleyway. The two friends start trying to pick the lock to it (there was a huge heavy chain and padlock keeping it closed), while boyfriend kept his eyes straight ahead for monsters and I had my back to his, keeping an eye out for monsters coming at us from the back still.
We run into something, but holy shit. Sitting up in a tree by the entrance of an alley is a sort of cat thing. It's really deformed, but you can definitely tell that there's a cat part to it. It's just fucking staring at us so rather than take any chances, I try to shoot. Bullet ricochets off. I try again and the same thing happens a few more times. Cat thing doesn't seem to care and just keeps watching us. Try the ninja stars this time. It seems annoyed and kind of flap-creaks down from the tree like a weird bird and lands by us, which is when I get to see what it looks like.
It's a very ornate, silver picture frame with the picture of a fluffy white cat at its center. The kitty seems really mournful and not harmful in the least, so I crouch down to talk to it. It tells me this sad story about how it was in love with this taxidermy cat in the window of the apartment next to it and had been for years. Now, since they were both animate, the picture and Chuck Testa stuffed cat thought they could be together, but the stuffed cat was trapped in the apartment and couldn't get out. Could we help?
By this time, two friends had managed to get the lock undone. Me, unable to turn down a sentient picture frame's quest for love voices that we should help it. The others think I'm nuts. I stick pretty adamant by it, so boyfriend suggests that he and I help the cats while the other two check out the small buildings just past the fence. We won't take long and they're just a few feet apart, he says.
So we go and help the cats, me carrying the picture frame. We had to bust down the door to the apartment the stuffed cat was in to get there and remove a large tree branch trapping it, but the two cats were happy. The picture cat offers us a piece of advice: don't go into any area that's pitch dark. The monsters around are bad enough, but the things that lurk in there are the worst, even worse than the vans that roam around.
With thanks and understanding, we go to find our friends. Only we can't find them. The entire area has shifted. We're both pissed that we split up now, but rationalise that they also have weapons and light, so they should be okay. We keep walking, blah, blah, blah. We come to this wide street with a power plant sitting on top of a giant mountain of rubble, looking almost like one of the Aztec pyramids, some broken down apartments straight across from it, and an intersection at the end with... what do you know, a valve.
As we make towards it, we hear the rumbling of a car. I bolt for the apartments, he bolts into the rubble. They stop by where the guy had hidden and I hear a scuffle, then the white van peals away. I'm 100% convinced at this point that the boyfriend dude has been taken, that's what happened to our other friends, that this is a fate worse than death, and I was going to die alone in a wasteland.
Then the valve clicks and the light comes on. I see a figure dart up the rubble and into the power plant. There is hope again! I dash up the stairs, but not before I see something brokenly crawling quickly toward me from down the street. I pick up the pace, but I'm not fast enough. What jumps are three plush dolls. They're all sewn together and hideous. They want to sew me to them, too. We fight on the stairs and I'm hacking at them frantically with what's left of my ninja stars, but they're really strong for some reason. I do finally manage to pull them off, rip them apart, and tear out their stuffing. There were needles and sutures in the jacket I was wearing.
I make it into the plant, finally, and it's dark. Pitch black after a certain point. Shit.
There are broken, hanging walkways everywhere and I can hear things creaking in the dark. I know the person I saw running up there was in there somewhere, but I was terrified of making noise, just in case.
I find this walkway that goes up and there's a little niche with some spiral stairs. I start going up, only to be blocked by a giant rock. The stairs were set in such a way that I could rearrange the ones above me, so I did to move the rock and keep going up. I hit the ceiling and look down. There's a set of glowing eyes staring straight back up at me and scaling the stairs.
I guess there was a light switch by me because I hit it in and the whole room lights up. There's this monster crawling up the stairs for me. It's got blue skin and the biggest fucking teeth I have ever seen. Normally, I would be all, 'lolololol blue monster guy WAT' but the way I was being stared at was in this loving, 'I'm going to tear all of your flesh off very slowly while you're still alive to make a new suit' way that it could be a fluffy bunny and I would still pretty much pee my pants.
It gets close enough to start caressing my hand with its nails and I look over the stairs, contemplating on whether or not I would die or just be horribly injured by jumping.
I realized I didn't care and jumped anyway.
When I woke up, I could still feel where the thing had scratched at my hand. Creepiest fucking feeling ever.
And that was my dream! (It's probably full of typos, but fuck it. Got it down, that's the point.)