memorable

I am at my grandmother's house. The family is over for what I assume is my sister's birthday party. There is cake and relatives are over. Then, a friend of mine comes over. We shall call her A.

Now A and I have a history. We have been close friends for a while and I have always had some feelings for her. I asked her out several weeks ago, she did not want to change our relationship. I tried to convince her otherwise but did so in a horrible way and came off horribly. I eventually apologized, things returned to normal.

But in the dream, she comes over. I hug all of my individual relatives goodbye, and then we walk back to her jeep. Suddenly, another guy appears. He is somewhat handsome, and we shall call him E. I have never met nor seen him before, yet he climbs inside the jeep with us. I sense that he likes A, and I don't like that. I also sense that she may feel the same, but I am unsure. I keep her distracted from him for most of the car ride, I succeed in causing her to ignore him. He sits in the back while we are up front talking. I assume we are going to the movie theater, and eventually we arrive there. It is night and there are street lights illuminating the parking lot.

We get out and begin walking towards the back entrance to the theater, for some reason. It is an upward slope and blacktop. I am in the front, A is beside me, but slightly behind. E is behind us and tries to talk to us, but I attempt to steal the attention. Eventually conversation is swayed into my relationship with A. I cannot remember exactly what I said, but it was something that struck her silent and made her trail into deep thought, while I was smiling beside her.

We go inside of the theater, only to find that it is actually a hospital. I see a passed away relative there, my aunt, who had left us late last year. She is happy to see me and greets A. We walk around, talking, and then things fade.

Warning: graphic violence and sexual themes. Incredibly awful nightmare ahead.

Night falling, there is a strange broadcast on the radio. The muffled voice of the news anchor delivers the story that a group of men are going house to house and murdering families. I was shocked to hear this and there was a certain aura of doom about those words. In that moment I hear a commotion from down the road and a desperate, blood-curdling scream from a woman. The glow of a fire I can see in the reflection of the windows of the house across the street. I do not hesitate, but I grab my family and we trek through the woods behind the house, hiding in the pitch black of the forest in the middle of the night.

There we sat, fearfully. More screams were in the distance and I heard the sound of bombs detonating, guns firing, and screams pouring out into the night air. I listen in shock as my house is destroyed and I can see the glow of the fire rising over the treetops and brushing the underbelly of the clouds. They had caught onto us and began moving through the woods in a hot pursuit. I caught a glimpse of them, men in jackets and hoodies, wearing black gas masks. I run and run but my feet fail me. For some reason I am running in place, unable to move forward. I am tackled and dragged out into the street where two more masked men join me. One holds a staple gun and the other a serrated knife. I scream as I am pounded by a thick silver blade and shot in the leg with multiple metal staples.

Somehow I am laying alone in the street. The bombers are still ransacking the town, running about the roads. I got up and began running, somehow my wounds no longer afflicting me. I kept running until I reached my grandmother's house, a few miles away. It had also been completely obliterated. Rubble was everywhere and the remains smoked heaping black clouds into the air. Rounds are fired into the air all around me.

I then see the world behind the hard glass eyes of a gas mask. There is a medical needle in my hand filled with a strange black fluid. I stand with a group of other men, all wearing gas masks. I noticed that I was also wearing a black hoodie and dark sweat pants. They break the door of the house down and we began to move inside. There was a man inside with a shot gun, firing a round square into the chest of another madman. He dropped dead. I watch as another masked one punches the shotgun out of the man's hand and forces him into a bending-over position. With a hatchet he immediately beheads the man.

We moved throughout the house in search of more inhabitants. It took some time, but we stumbled upon a hatch in the wooden floor and pried it open, finding a woman and two children inside. As we dropped into the basement, they grabbed a hold of them all and began to strip them down until they were completely nude. They screamed, struggled, wailed. The children are molested and then I am invited over to them. One man shoves the little girl towards me. I inject her along the side of the neck with the needle and she begins to cough up blood. She falls and I emit a demented laugh, unlike any laugh I have ever heard. It was sick and vile and hellish. As the girl drops dead, the boy is brought forward. I notice that he is very young and obviously has not gone through puberty yet. I inject him under the chin, in the soft of the throat. He falls over as well. The woman is then brought to me, and after she is raped, I lay my needle down into her breast and she dies.

I blink, and I am somewhere else. I am myself again. No mask. No anything, for that matter. I was completely naked and my hands and feet were tied behind me. I am surrounded by more men in masks who throw several naked women next to me. In that instant they pounce upon us, ripping off their own clothes and defiling us. I am desecrated and afterwards lie there, screaming and crying. We, the victims, curl into the corner of the room together. We are all naked and I am the only male, yet I am far more afraid than they are. We are all a giant pile of pale, cowering flesh rubbing up against each other. I hide my face in the hair of a lovely young girl who is covered in blood.

Suddenly, someone else enters the room... It is me. An exact copy of myself, only dressed in dark clothing and wearing a plastic face mask. My double was carrying a large machine gun and began mowing down the madmen. Once the final enemy had fallen, he approaches me and helps me up. The other girls are still clutching to me and are holding to me as we stand together. Clothes appear on our bodies and we move outside. There are police cars roaming down the road and I see fallen bodies in gas masks scattered everywhere. They are in every lawn and every block and all across the road. The police vehicles squish them under their tires.

I stand there, watching. My double in the plastic mask is vanishing into the distance. I watch as he pushes into the bushes, falling under cover of the forest.

I am at the county fair. A group of close friends is with me for some time and we purchase ice cream and other treats. It is hot out and there is a car crash down the road. I distinctly remember my bright green shirt and messy hair, the way I stepped over the blazing blacktop. Noon was born and I retreat to the horse barn, evading the heat. I am alone and before me is a large blank door. As I step inside, I descend many wooden stairs into many strange chambers made entirely of wood. I find electric saws, hammers, other woodworking tools all about. I find devices of torture and tables used for such, but empty and unused.

I find what appears to be an underground village, and the people there were welcoming and kind to me. They seem civilized and I remember their warm hearts. I exit the village and return to the horse stables, then move back to the centermost part of the fair. It is evening now and the sun is setting. The sky is red with dusk and blooms purple in its far reaches. The crowd thins, I see marauders in the distance wearing masks, mugging the innocent. I evade this and slink to the shadows, fleeing cowardly.

After wandering hopelessly for some time, I return to the village. As I find it this time, it is different. The nice people I remember are all gone, and several were hanging just beyond me. There, viper-like ropes clenched their throats and their bodies swayed. In horror and shock, I move along and find the remnant of the people. They are all dressed in police uniforms, yet I know in my heart that they are not who they say they are. There is a woman leading them. She is short with slightly wavy dark blonde hair. Her skin is pale and she has emerald eyes and wears gray formal attire and high heels. She is middle aged, perhaps older, in her sixties. She is cruel and frightening in every sense and has many, many people hanged. I see now that the masked marauders I had witnessed earlier begin to drag people in from the outside and torture them on long wooden tables. Work saws tear them apart and nails are driven into their skulls. One man is fed to a rabid horse. A pregnant woman has her stomach torn open and her unborn fetus baby is ripped out and devoured by a plethora of swines. There are demonic creatures walking in the halls in the distance, and I can hear them laughing malevolently.

I meet this woman, and her name is Dianne. I have never met her in the real world. She describes to me that she is in charge. I agree and begin to compliment her appearance, saying "what lovely hair you have", "what nice clothing you wear," and make an attempt to give her a great image of myself. Perhaps I may rank highly among these people, work alongside her. It was either this or die. I could do nothing. I had no choice. It was a psychopath's wonderland.

I point out to her who new targets should be, I show her who would be valuable assets to her. I help her find innocent, weak people to kill. I don a swine's face and wear it as a mask as I slip to and fro among the darkness and in the thick of night, kidnapping as I will, and massacring the populous. As I return, I am high in ranking and Dianne is appreciative of me, yet I am still new and she still attempts to frighten me and does succeed. She leads me to a large barn in the village. We stop at the door and she looks at me with a malicious smile. "I must warn you, inside you will see lots of violence, nudity, and sexual situations. Are you alright with this?" she asks me.

I nod and reply, "I can handle it."

"Okay," she said. "Follow me."

We move inside, accompanied by a few of her lackeys in their police uniforms. The first alleys of the building are filled with cells upon cells which hold captive live, unharmed humans. They are clothed and not touched harmfully yet, but are distraught and wailing. They are scared beyond compare and crying, begging release and mercy. They are all female. I finally realize that one of these captives is my own mother, and her face arranges hope as she sees me. She is on her knees in a tiny cage, just under another and flanked by even more. She begs silently, using only her facial expressions, for me to release her. To protect the both of us I must remain silent and pretend as though I do not know her, but my heart aches and I feel as though I could explode. My eyes want to stream a waterfall, but I must suppress my sorrow or risk death.

As we move through the rest of the building, I see grotesque experimentations. There are humans mixed with various farm animals. I see naked humans with horse heads, some with cow hooves, some with goat heads. Some are women with the rumps of pigs and some are men with the testicles of bulls. Some have sallow greenish, brownish, or grayish skin. There are bones nailed to some of the walls and I see authorized personnel leading normal humans to troughs where they are slaughtered and fed to these hybrid beasts. Women with the heads of pigs tear apart innocent human women and devour them. I vividly remember the blood and innards that were poured over the pavement at feeding time. Dianne during this time was happy and pleased. I watched as some of the personnel in uniform molested and engaged in other sexual interactions with the hybrid beasts. I remember wanting to divert my eyes, but could not out of fear. I wanted to please Dianne, so I pretended to love all of this, and that seemed impossible. There were times I even stepped into stables with the horse-women and laid my hands on them, even though I was terrified. I touched their bare bodies with my bare hands.

In the end, I was given my own uniform and told to work the building. As Dianne and I neared the door which we entered through, I spotted my mother again. There were no personnel around and I saw my chance. I pushed Dianne and broke down the cage door to my mother's cell, picked her up, and began on a mad dash to the door. The doors moved past me and all grew silent except for the sound of my crying, my pain, my heaving as I trekked across the ground with mother in my arms. Finally, an end did come.

I am in a church and it is night outside. The lights are out and the large building is lit by thousand of small white stick-candles. There is a long white table splitting the center of the room and many empty chairs around. The pews flank the table and there is a stage in the front with a podium and many stairs leading up to it. For a time there are other people within the church, all speaking to one another and a preacher preaches to the crowd. Soon afterwards I find myself all alone in the building and the candlelight dims. There is an odd breeze inside the building, and there are no doors or windows open and no ceiling fans.

Before me, along the walls of the church, and encompassing the entire sanctuary, slithered an enormous serpent. It resembled an unnaturally large Burmese python. It was brown with dark spots and longer than a tree. Its head could swallow my body whole ten times over and it had a rattle along the end of its tail. It hisses at me as it slithers forth and comes to the center of the sanctuary, making its way to slip over the table and snake across it towards me.

It tells me, in a voice I remember vividly, "I know you are afraid." My body was shaking and I was sweating. The serpent continues with, "I tell you, you will fail to spread the Word of God." I deny this and begin shouting at the serpent, angrily. Nevertheless its power increases and it stands up on its tail and continues to hiss and bare its fangs. It sprays venom on me, yet I am unaffected. I tell it to be gone, and it disobeys, saying, "You are worthless."

I give another shout and unsheathe a sword from thin air, miraculously, and threaten to strike. The sword was white and gleamed like fire. It illuminated the entire room and the candles had vanished. The snake dissipates like sand in water, bursting apart and becoming thin air. I am left to stand and wonder... what had it meant.

Through a mortal lens I saw glimpses of the immortal. Imperishable dimensions built on the foundation of eternity. I found myself in the dark. It was unlike any darkness I have ever known. The sheer blackness was all-consuming and governed as far as I could see. I questioned my visual capabilities and soon learned I was not blind, yet I could not see. Whether it be my hand from my face, all was the same. The darkness was so deep, so thick, I felt as though it had seeped inside my very body. All around me I heard only screaming, moaning, and growling. It was as though I had stepped into a sports stadium, but the crowd screamed rather than joyously cheered.

I was falling, doing such at a speed like a descending bolt of lightning. I felt it in my gut, I was falling. In that moment I believe I left my body. For a fraction of a second there was an indescribable sensation that I had moved beyond my mortal sleeping body. When the sensation ceased, I found myself in surroundings anew. It was blurred, and fog was present, but I could clearly make out a solid ground which I sat on. It was whiter than snow and I stood up. I was wearing a white gown of sorts. There was a building just beyond me. Behold, it was large and white and looked as though made of precious stone or crystal or pearl. I saw a wall with many pillars and an array of stairs leading up to it. There was clearly a gate which was closed.

I felt the presence of another being with me, yet I saw no one. I heard the mumbling of a voice, and my surroundings were silent save for a swift wind-like sound. No others were present. In that I awoke.