MortalTrinity

I had this dream a while ago. I was walking through a mall with some friends when I happened across what appeared to be an upscale dinner theatre. The theatre walls were a golden color and the carpet had a very festive pattern to it. The big screen was framed to look like a fancy stage theatre. Instead if seat rows there were round dinner tables with white tablecloths, obviously there were chairs, plates, and, of course, the standard cutlery. I remember seeing a sign at the entrance. The sign read, "Todays screening: The Thoughts That Our Smiles Have." I walked in and saw what was on screen. It was literally just a bunch of close up shots of people's smiles. There was an editing filter to make it look like a super 8 film. The truly strange thing was that everyone was standing. No one was actually watching the film, they were all standing by their seats and staring right at us with these really wide grins on their faces. They were all dressed in formal attire, they didn't blink...their faces were perfectly static. It was so unsettling.

We carefully made our way through the theatre. I remember that we were trying to move through it and get to the exit door on the other side. We stopped halfway and kept our backs against the wall. The lights got dimmer. Everyone was still staring at us with those wide grins. I remember the soundtrack that was playing during the screening. I heard it the moment I walked in. The lyrics made me very uneasy.

"Smiling is fun. Smiling is fun. Not to smile is illegal. Smiling is fun."

The singer was female and she had an alto pitch. That last line, "not to smile is illegal" is what got us. These people may have had smiles on their faces but we just knew that they were hostile. They were scrutinizing us...looking for a reason to take us down. I just knew they were. It is here that I became lucid. There was a tall white man standing next to me. Like all the other men, he was in a tux. His hair was brunette and his smile creeped me out the most (probably because he was closer to me than the others). In compliance with the song, we put on our biggest grins. I had a feeling that that's what these people wanted from us. They wanted us to smile like them. But we knew that it wasn't enough. They didn't just want us to look insanely happy, they wanted us to be insanely happy. I looked at the man next to me and showed him my smile, in the hopes that I could fool him into believing that I was like him. In spite of his rigid grin, I could tell that he wasn't fooled. I don't know how I could tell but I could. His grin was unwavering, while mine was painful and twitchy I think he could see that...they all could.

We knew we had to get out of there fast! While doing our best to maintain our unnatural grins, we made our way to the exit on the other side of the theatre. I turned towards the screen and that's when I saw the most unsettling figure yet. He was the only one sitting. It was a big light orange monster with incredibly long and sharp teeth. He had jet black eyes and was looking right at us just like everyone else. He too was smiling. As we moved through the theatre I noticed that everyone was slowly walking towards is. They had us all but surrounded, still wearing those creepy-ass grins. This was it, we had been found out. "Fuck this," I thought, "I'm out."

I woke up and was glad to be awake.

I composed the song I heard in this dream. I didn't record the lyrics but I got the melody down. I think I'll create a playlist of all the songs I've heard in my dreams. https://soundcloud.com/ghostchild191/rictus

I was somewhere in the middle east staying in a shoddy hotel. The upstairs neighbors were total douche bags. They had no sense of common decency as they blared their music loud enough to shake my room. Apparently the noise complaints were so plentiful that the police had considered launching an investigation against them for violating public decency laws. I began to relish they idea of those assholes finally getting what they deserved.

The following night they did it again. I made sure to call the police this time. I don't remember them arriving but I do remember being out in the hallway on a bright sunny day. Then I was out at a concert with some friends I came with. A guy whom I will name Lance and a girl I will name Laura. I don't quite remember entering the theater with them but I do remember having to leave and return. When I came back I saw that Laura had a bruise on the right side of her face. I cannot quite recall her facial expression but I suspect that it was one of fear. Or perhaps she was feebly attempting to put on a smile and pretend that nothing was wrong. As I type this now I remember that this was the first time that I got a very clear look at Laura's face. She was white with short blond curly hair and blue eyes. That reddish brown bruise on her face told a story. One of fear and abuse at the hands of of her boyfriend Lance. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I just went into the concert with them and somehow ended up sitting between them. It just sort of happened that way. I didn't even realize what I had done until after I woke up and I still find it quite odd that Lance didn't say anything. I remember sitting there nervous. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd suddenly snap and start swinging in my direction. I don't quite remember why I had this fear.

The theater was an upscale one. Naturally the place was very dimly lit and all lights were pointed at the stage. The curtains were a dark yellow and there were all kinds of fancy designs along the walls. The kind you would see in a Victorian Era theater. There was a magician on stage. He was about to perform the greatest of tricks. This trick was so risky that all the members of the audience were required to sign liability wavers. I don't remember what the assistants looked like as they went around passing the wavers due in part to the fact that I was still focused on Lance. I just could not shake the feeling that this guy was super volatile. The feeling that he was always less than a bee's dick away from beating she shit out of me for no apparent reason. I was relieved when the ushers got to us with the wavers. I thought that that along with the show would be a good distraction for him. When the usher handed me the waver I noticed that it was enclosed in an envelope. The "waver" appeared to be a letter from my medical insurance provider. I did not question this until after I woke up literally one second later. My alarm went off.