Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Wednesday 26 August 2020

Finally, an LD to feel good about. I got a DILD and some fragments today.

Spoiler for Quite long; NSFW violence:

Dream 1 - Cute Little Abomination

Spectator mode. The visuals were somewhat glared. This took place in the sterile, empty white halls of a large building complex. Then, from a corner crawled out an abominable figure. At first glance, it appeared as a gaunt, nude, abnormally pale woman with stringy dark hair. But soon, her form twisted into bizarre shapes, from a mass of tentacles and teeth, to a huge maw, and many other terrible things. The creature shambled around with unnatural speed. Within seconds, she burst into a room filled with frightened people. Their screams were cut short when the monster gleefully tore into them. Those that were fortunate were cut in pieces, then devoured. Those that weren't suffered the privilege of being engulfed alive. Either way, it was a short, but messy affair.

Around this point, I manifested in the dream. I was making my way down a long flight of stair. The lights flickered with every step. There wasn't anyone around. It was too quiet. I slowed my descent. Couldn't be too careful.

Eventually, the stairs ends into a short passage. At the end was a basement door. Horrible squishing sounds could be heard from behind. In mere seconds, a figure peeked out of the doorway. The creature. Although back in her humanoid shape, she was now giant, too large to move in any way but a crawl. I wagered she'd been about 15ft feet tall when standing. The monster flashed a grin upon seeing me. Steadily, she creeped in my direction. Suddenly, her form warped again. Now, her torso swelled into a bulbous lump, while her arms burst into a writhing mass of tendrils.

At this moment, I got aware. My first thought was to blast her straight into oblivion. But, I decided it would be more interesting handling this in more conventional means. Grasping at my hip, I pulled out a .38 semi-auto from thin air. I took aim, and gave a test-fire. The pistol handled easily, not much in the way of recoil. In any case, the shot took off a good chunk of the monster's head. Yet, she didn't seem to flinch. So, I continued spraying out bullets, firing quickly, yet carefully. By the time I was done, the creature was left an armless, headless stump.

Job well done, I thought. However, the she-monster was barely impeded. She continued stumbling towards me. I figured maybe violence wasn't the answer. Maybe she just needed a stern lecture? So, I pinched her rubbery (and, ugh... slimy) hide. Pulling at her, I forced her to follow me. Incredulously, she complied.

The way back up was much shorter. We soon arrived at the entrance lobby, one similar to the local hospitals. The place was busy with activity. Most people just passed us by. Only a small crowd seemed to notice the headless creature, and even then, they took only a casual interest of her.

Anyway, I dragged the abominable woman with me, seating the both of us at the corner of a row of orange, plastic chairs. Just then, the beast spasmed as it changed shape once again. This time, it compressed itself down into an unexpected form: a young girl, no older than eight years of age. Her bare skin was still as damp and rubbery as before, though her black hair, previously unkempt, was now longer and completely straightened.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted when the girl shoved her head under my left arm, placing herself in my unwitting embrace. She looked up at me with a hearty smile. Her pitch black eyes left me in a momentary daze.

It took some time before I composed myself to talk. "You're... a kid?", I gasped out in disbelief.

"Yup.", she responded plainly. The sightseers around us murmured and nodded their heads in agreement to her word.

"What... happened to you? Why are you here?"

The odd girl shrugged. "I was sick." She glanced away in contemplation before she continued. "I was taken to the hospital. At first, I thought the doctors were giving me treatment. But, I was actually being experimented on."

The girl's detached, unconcerned tone sent chills down my spine. I swung my head to collect myself again. "So, are you... um... still hungry?", I asked nervously. The girl just shook her head. That was some relief.

I then stared down at her in disapproval. "Okay. But from now on, you won't eat people ever again. Promise?", I chided her.

"Promise.", she nodded.

"Good. Remember. No more people. They're not food."

The creepy girl rolled her eyes. "Okay. Moving on.", she said impatiently.

I wanted to talk more. Unfortunately, the dream destabilized. In desperation, I held onto the girl's hands to try and stay in the dream. But, that didn't help the situation. I woke up shortly after.

Scrap Group 1
In the lounge at home. There were a lot of ants and a few cockroaches crawling on the floor.

In the kitchen at home. To my astonishment, the fridge (which looked thinner than it should) was overheating. It was so bad, that black smoke roiled out from below. Acing quick, I pulled it out, and unplugged it. I bemoaned having to buy another fridge just a year and a half after the last one went kaput.

FA in bed. For some reason, I had my head on the desk. Aunt Velma appeared. Upon noticing my discomfort, she placed a towel under my head. I pretended I was already fast asleep out of embarrassment. When she was gone, I thought about getting up from there, but was way too lazy and tired.

FA in bed. I (supposedly) wrote some DJ notes. For whatever reason, the song 'Uranium Fever' was stuck in my head.