Death's Other Kingdom

03.10.2013

Lab Torture (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am a young girl, maybe 7 years old. I am locked in a laboratory where an evil man is performing cruel experiments on me and this boy who is a few years older than me.

The boy is thrown back into the lab after one of his tests. He says that he has been shot in the stomach and needs my help getting the bullets out. He hands me a pair of needle nosed pliars and starts to take off his shirt. I'm somewhat confused, because he has breasts like a girl, but he is a boy in every other aspect. I decide to not think about this.

He shows me where he had been shot, but the wounds are completely healed and are now just scars. He seems confused. I realize that he must have special healing powers, and I tell him this. He says it makes sense, because they injected him with something before his tests started.

I get an idea. "This might sound kind of gross," I begin, "but... Do you think that if I drank some of your blood, it could heal me?" I currently have a broken arm because the evil scientist became angry with me.

The boy says it couldn't hurt. He is just about to give me some of his blood when the scientist rushes in. He looks furious. "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE HIS BLOOD!?" he screams at me. I curse myself for not realizing we are being monitored.

He visciously breaks both of my legs until I am screaming and crying on the floor.

There was more to the dream after that, but I no longer remember.

Night of 11/8/12

I am standing in my room when I notice a small yellow jacket flying around. Great, how did a bee get in here? I am looking for something to smash it with, when suddenly a whole SWARM of bees is in the room, covering litterally every inch of the walls. Completely freaked out, I bolt from the room, screaming, swatting bees out of my hair.

Out in the hallway, I realize Alex (my roommate) is still in the room sleeping. "Alex!" I yell. "Alex! You'd better get out here before the bees sting you!" But as I look around the hallway, I notice to my extreme horror that it is also filled with bees! Is it a yellow jacket plague!? What do I do??? There is nowhere for me to walk without upsetting the swarm. I am so alarmed that I jolt into a false awakening.

Now I am standing beside my desk, telling Alex about my dream. Before I can get more than a few words out, however, she suddenly freaks out and points at my wall. There, is a small bee-like insect. "Don't worry," I tell her nervously, "that must have been what caused me to have the dream."

But as I get a closer look, I see that it is not a bee at all: it is a tiny demonic looking fairy wearing a gas mask. The fairy gives me a look that clearly says, "You'd better not tell anyone you saw me."

I immediately grab Alex and drag her out into the hallway to tell her what I saw. Out in the hallway, however, we are alarmed to find the massive swarm of yellow jackets! "This is just like my dream!" I shriek, before doing a reality check.

No wonder. I'm still dreaming.

Another false awakening. Now, I am in the bathroom with Alex, Jake, Sadie (my cat), and Roxie (Jake's dog). Roxie turns into a clone of Sadie. They alternate between hissing at each other and rubbing against each other affectionately. "What's up with them?" I ask Jake.

"Oh, they do that all the time," he says nonchalantly.

I bend down to pet them. At first, they purr and lean into my hand. Then, Jake says, "And that's what demon cats do."

Suddenly, the cats become completely feral and tear up my arm. It hurts a bit, but it is also accompanyied by a feeling so terrible, a feeling of complete and utter horror, that I am once again jolted into a false awakening.

This time, I am lying in bed in my dark room. Freaked out, I instantly do a reality check and determine that I'm still dreaming. A dark skinned girl with long hair sits at the foot of my bed, holding my large HP Lovecraft book. She is rambling about aliens crawling through her ears to her brain. I instinctively know that she's about to enact some sort of dream torture upon me, and I'm screaming at her to go away. I am stuck in sleep paralysis, unable to defend myself.

As a last resort, I close my eyes and let the darkness wash the dream away. I'll wake up in a better dream, I'll wake up in a better dream, I think to myself frantically, but a feeling of utter terror has taken over the entire atmosphere, and I know the next dream will be worse than the last.

I struggle to get out of sleep paralysis and into the real world, but every time I open my eyes, the most terryfying figure is looming over me. He has incredibly long arms which are wrapped tightly around me, pulling me out of reality toward a worse nightmare. His face is the most twisted, demented thing I've ever seen, it can't even be described with words, and he's wearing a large top hat.

Knowing that it is just a dream does not protect me from the agonizing feelings that he is inflicting in me. I am still frantically struggling to wake myself up, but each time I pull myself from the paralysis enough to do a reality check, I am still dreaming!

After what seems like ages, I finally jolt awake, panting heavily. I am instantly annoyed with myself for breaking my most important rule: DON'T WAKE YOURSELF UP.

Night of 10/16/12

The choice to skip my classes today has ultimately sealed my fate. Had I not been feeling so ill this morning, I'd have never run into Alice as she fearlessly chased after her vile and mysterious enemy right by my dorm. Somehow I end up vowing to assist her. Now here I am, scaling buildings along side her in dead pursuit of the masked man and his henchmen.

We leap from rooftop to rooftop, killing henchmen as we go. She uses her unparalleled martial arts skills while I use a more mysterious power, the Branch of Sin, meaning that my blood itself is a weapon. ((Deadman Wonderland reference.))

My blood swirls like a whip from the palms of my hands, slicing enemies into bits. I remind myself not to overuse this power, or else the loss of blood will weaken me.

After losing track of the masked man, Alice and I meet up with Carlos, along with a young kid who is also helping us, to discuss strategy. However, we realize as soon as we reach our headquarters that something is wrong. The masked man is there, waiting for us. It is an ambush! His powers are unlike anything we've imagined, and though we make a break for it, it is not long before he and his henchmen have us tied up and helpless.

It is immediately clear that he plans to torture us.

I try to use my powers to take them by surprise, but one of the henchmen notices what I'm doing. Grinning wickedly, he grabs my foot and twists it roughly to the side. There is a loud, sickening CRACK. I know that there should be pain, but it doesn't hurt. Now, however, I'm too freaked out to concentrate on using my powers.

The masked man is debating on who to torture first. While he is distracted, Alice and Carlos manage to cut me free. I immediately run out the door to find help. It isn't long before I come upon the police station. I do not believe the police are equiped to deal with the Masked Man; however, they might provide enough resistance for Alice and the others to escape. As soon as the police move out to help, I begin to notice the throbbing pain in my foot. I take a moment to examine it; the top of my foot is darkly bruised, which I find odd since it should be my ankle that is broken.

Shaking away the pain, I run back to where my friends were held captive. As I expected, they all managed to escape. Weary and in pain, we slowly walk away from the horror we just faced, toward a beautiful ocean.

"Did I manage to get the police there before anything too bad happened?" I ask after a moment of silence.

"Yes. Are you quite pleased with yourself?" Alice remarks sarcastically. I am not sure why she is irritated with me; maybe because I am actually somewhat enjoying myself, now that we are out of harms way.

When I ignore her caustic remark, she continues, "Anyway, it's too dangerous for this to continue. I'm officially revoking your vow. You shouldn't be involved in this anymore."

I glare at her. "Vow or not, I'm still helping you. Besides, the enemy already knows what I look like. It's too late to quit now." Before she can protest, I look down at my broken foot, which is now becoming too painful to walk on. It appears as though my toe is broken as well, judging from the grotesque angle at which it is bent. I shudder, more in disgust than pain. "Now, I need one of you to carry me to a doctor." ((I wake up shortly afterward.))