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I have the craziest dreams. This is the one I had last night: so in the dream, the character seen by me is myself, but to all others I appear as a man. In the dream I am searching for someone. It is a male friend who had been taken to a hospital and put in some kind of psyche ward facility.

I came to get him out, but when I got there- I saw him briefly, then I ended up wandering to the wrong section. It's a massive hospital, and I've visited there many times in dreaming. I enter through many vast corridors, until I find where I think he was prior. He must've escaped. Suddenly, they're saying I am him! Hence why I see myself as a man.

I am trapped, there is no leaving. In a small rectangular area sectioned off from the rest of the high end hospital. Above me is a sign "Non-Interventional Facility" and below are moving chairs, with people dressed in orangey brown garb, much like a Zen Buddhist. These are all men, and they were meditating with some kind of power, brainwashing came to mind. The food they served were little packets of condensed pill meals.

Also, they were given both drugs and electricity. I thought to myself, wow I've got to get out of here! So I walked to the male staff, and I asked them why they were keeping me here, and if they were going to brainwash me. They said, "Oh no this is no brainwashing facility. You won't be given meds or drugs." So I thought, they're going to implant me with something, and then possibly use this electromagnetic pulse on me like everyone else...who was sitting in futuristic charis that had three to a group, the interchanged and hovered above ground, surrounded by a white globe.

Very science fiction like...I decided to play it cool, then, the real man came. He was my friend who was coming to rescue me. He got inducted after fighting them, so I slammed an emergency fire alarm, and ran out finding a door which was locked. A man came rushing through to see who had been trying to escape, and since he was after the other guy I followed him outside.

There, I Found the other guy's motorcycle! I got on the motorcycle and raced to my house. This was the fun part, it seemed like days I traveled on the motorcycle. It was very realistic. Then I made it to my apartment, suddenly realizing they might be after me. Those who were in the facility escaped, but were also imposters like sleeper cell type imposters who were coming after me.

I packed up my things, but then I heard someone. It was a girl who had escaped. Anyways, I didn't trust her or the three others. They cornered me, and then when I told them I was getting something, I found a canister of gas and gas'ed them, then I got on the woman's awesome futuristic motorcycle, but a man came out, and said I needed him to help me drive. So we were on together with him driving, out to somewhere city-like, when we ran into more imposters. We stopped for awhile, and saw helicopters that dropped parachutes of brainwashed citizens who were going to overtake us.

The man I was with, took out a giant gun and blew up the parachutes with a gas-canister and then all the people who were after us passed out or died from the gas/bomb. Then me and him ran to a shelter, where women and children were being held as workers in some kind of labor camp in the past. But now it was deserted, and we were able to read into the past for when it was a concentration camp. They were ghosts speaking to us, little children, who told us how they had to work and etc. Mostly girls, and some boys who grew up there until they were teens, and then executed.

"Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better."
Martin Luther King, Jr.

This dream was unusual. It wasn't lucid to my knowledge. I was in my house, with my mom and her side of the family. We were packing things in the house to carry to the other house. This other house was the same house but it would take a long distance travel to get there, and it existed on the other side. Essentially, this other house was my waking house and I was packing things from my dreaming house to take home. We had to hurry though, for some unforeseeable reason we were being rushed.

Now I realize the reason we were being rushed because I would be waking soon. It seems I slept in because they hadn't finished packing all the things they wanted to take with them to the otherside. So me and my mom tried to remember everything important, mostly family memories and trinkets.
Then I asked someone what time it was, "one thirty pm" she said. This I believe must've been the same time in real waking life because I really slept in this morning.

Then my grandfather was driving the car to the otherside, during which he was falling asleep at the wheel. It was almost as if sunrise to us is sundown in dreamtime.

I woke up after we had traveled to my house on the otherside, here.

Last night I had another one of those vivid recurring dreams. I was with my family and we were driving on the top of a bridge way up high overlooking what could have been the entrance to Portland or some city. Someone had always wanted to take this trip (and it was a tradition) because they have huge pipes that people go into to shoot out into the water. It always scares me when I'm being told that it's "fun" and everyone's doing it. I am someone who often remembers their dreams, and they are always strange. My dreams are like puzzles, video games, mysteries, adventure stories. Today I drew some pictures of my dream and felt creative for the first time in a while.



I can't remember much else, other than I know that a lot happened and I can barely piece it all together. I have another story/life going on in these dreams. A whole sleeping dictionary of life mish mashed into surreal states and curiosities. I don't know what this place is, but it always makes me in awe because of the heights, it's like a world intersecting another one, the invisible dreamwalkers who ride above the tops of the bridge, while ordinary sleepers are mindlessly driving their cars across to world below us. The height is infinite, and the cars go fast without fear of falling. The rules of the dreamworld depend on faith and suspension of rationality.



I have confronted dream characters who act like the ones from the movie Inception. Often indifferent, but one man and I were standing around talking like ordinary people. And I told him that if it was a dream I should try to break through and he said, “I wouldn't if I were you.” I said, “Since this is a dream I can just jump off this height and I won't get hurt...I'll simply fly away”
I ended up breaking through and these agents in black suits came after me, constantly in these dreams they chased me down. I would cause trouble sometimes, but usually I would be in the real world and I could simply lift off and fly away. Maybe this could truly happen in the real world, maybe there is an intersection between the two. A secret bridge.



I remember one of my more vivid encounters when I woke myself up and began breaking through. A giant tree monster chased me through decay and time, and a neighbor and her kids that were made of wax or plastic. The mother turned into an angry beast and woke up the monster tree when I told her that she was made of wax, and went all demonic and her children...I don't remember what happened to the children..but I escaped and flew away over the rooftops to a new place...a new hideout.
There are the dreams where I've supposedly woken the beast. That or the dream guardians are new age fanatics, sually after smoking pot, someone yells "You've woken the beast." this happened once in real life. Anyways, the first dream was during these other freaky dreams, I think I was taking Trazadon at the time and it was making me delirious.



I remember I was on the edge of a dark swamp, and i saw a vampire who wanted me to stay away and a friend inside who wanted me to come back, well when the vampire came to talk to me I panicked and ran. He told me not to, but it was too late because I made it to the center of the earth where a giant Ouroborus snake monster thing ate me but didn't destroy me.



then I came back, cause I guess it spit me out. I saw an Agent who looked sorta like Obama who was dressed in a black suite, he walked down this path and said, "Don't you see what you've done Gabby, tsk tsk, you've woken the beast." and he seemed to be checking his watch. "Now it's just a matter of time!" and then the whole place rippled and imploded. Then this happened in the future too, the invisible beasts were everywhere I assume humanity was dwindling, and the roads were covered in sheets of ice.



Spider machines patrolled for bio-electrical activity, and sensed me...but I escaped...and then other future worlds with all sorts of things happening. Alternate universes...no creepy aliens yet but I have seen fairies and mythical beings of protection. Well I had another you've woken the beast dream, only this one was random...I was going to a beach party but the beast was in the water...and the boat sank or something, which is freaky cuz I was invited to a beach/boat type party with the same characters as in the dream. I don't think I'll go to this one. My dreams also equate BDSM with mind control, go figure.



I'm only now realizing a good portion of my life has been spent in a sort of unconscious dream world, more often before I took the medications to keep me sane. Because really I could enter these dreams, and there'd be no distinction. I've had premonitions, sometimes I wonder if these people I dream about I just made up in my head!

"The Spacefairy Porthole"
Dec 21 2006 when I first started keeping a dream journal, this one is very memorable.

It starts off I am in a spaceship and I'm recieving instructions on how to run the controls by this older man. He's kind of like a tour guide giving instructions to a bunch of newcomers on the spaceship. He's giving a speech to all of the "tourists" of the ship. I'm supposed to read the instructions but I decide to put that off and explore the spaceship even though I was given some assignment...after I promise to read I put them aside. Up ahead is a giant glass window where we can view where the spaceship is going. I am astounded at the magnificant view that the window gives. I walk up to the glass and I'm closer than anyone, suddently a beautiful giant blue whale bumps into the glass, the tourguide comments "Oh that's just some occasional debree we get here and then" the whale is beautiful, and is swimming through space. When no one is looking I decide to head off through one of the doors and explore.

I go down a neverending hallway, which at one point I see my family but they're in line for a movie, even though there is nobody else in line and they're not actually...going anywhere. I try to tell my father this, that there is no line- but he is convinced that he has to wait in line therefore convincing my family this and I have to leave them there to their own doom. I continue through this strange hallway which is sort of interdimensional until I come to the library. I enter into what is the most beautiful library I have ever seen, with white floors and white walls and white marble everywhere. There are millions and millions of books, but I am caught off gaurd again when I see what is a beautiful marble mantlepiece. I walk towards the mantlepiece, Suddenly a beauitful fairy appears with curly brown hair and a beautiful dress- all I remember is she was so beautiful and made a twinkling noise. Suddenly her bare feet are enmeshed in leaves, and a sort of wreath of roots and leaves forms directly in front of her.

She tells me to look, and I look into the wreath and can see in it. Then she directs me to "Jump!" Meaning jump into this wreath where there is a hole- like a porthole. I look in and then I jump into it- I am in for three seconds, which seem to be for a millenium, as you go through time slows. I am falling down through- kind of like Alice's rabbit hole, I see these giant rocks and formations and I guess like those ancient ruins, these rocks are floating in a beautiful heavenly space, there is grass and moss and different planes of grass. It's bright I first land on a floating island, all around is sort of a grey starry mist, but as I pass through- it is as if a glimpse is more than ten minutes...there are whales floating around everywhere, beautiful large whales and floating stones... I stay here for awhile and then I jump off and continue through the hole until I land face down in a pyramid.

Here I am a slave, I have to move these certain rocks around and a woman is the queen, a cruel evil woman who has a whip and a gun. There are certain levels in the inside of this pyramid. On the top are two chairs- for the queen and king, then it slopes downward to where the common people go and then there is a sort of cliff, where you cant see the slaves working on the bottom level. We're all in a line and we're working on these ropes...or something. The queen, rarely goes down the steps to where the slaves are. My friends who are next to me decide to escape, they pull a stone out of the cliff and find a passageway into another place where they go in all first before me. I try to follow but my hips get stuck. They escape..

Then the queen comes down. She sees that I haven't been working constantly and comes towards me with her gun and whip in hand. I close my eyes and tuck my knees to my chest while she circles around me knowing that at any moment she might shoot me- she taunts me and makes fun of this moment. Then suddenly I jump up and grab the gun. I run to the right where there is a gaurd and I shoot him in the arm. then I continue running. I continue along the hall and yet again I see my father- but just my father- I tell him that he has to run because there's someone after me. I want his protection but he demands that he is in line and has to wait- this is in a sort of grey carpeted realm and he is standing in front of a door to a kind of black void. So I ignore him .

I continue running and can hear the queen behind me, she is close and I see a door and I pray to myself that it is the library. I run to the door and open and then I slam it before the queen catches up. Yet I know she could come in soon, so I have to hurry, I discard everything and search and search until I find that magical fireplace mantle where I know she appeared. I pray and pray, APPEAR APPEAR! then instead of the fairy- the magic porthole appears. I jump in quickly and find myself BACK in the spaceship. There i am holding the instructions. I think to myself that I could live here but the only place I'll ever be happy is my home. ....I keep thinking about home and then the hole appears I jump into it and I wake up with a start in my bed. I get up and go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, for a few moments I dont remember anything= and then it hits me- I remember the whole dream.

"Time Warp" Jan 1st 2012

There was a knock at Ryan's door. I went outside then i heard myself from inside the house. I hid then realized I could zip away or time travel. I figured out how to astral project myself into other dimensions. This was key to the next epic dream which was like living another life. When I was aware of this I committed your to dream memory, it was in the future. Beyond 2012 and my brother was going to be trapped in a time warp so I had to save him. I used my special powers to become invisible and I ap'd across a road covered in ice that sensed or human energy. They could not sense me unless I was in front of them and touching the ice. These men in yellow astronaut like suits with helmets etc. they may have thought I was an alien because I was invisible or maybe they knew who I was.

There was a huge collapse of a football stadium just like a movie. That may have been earlier, then there was an attack like an unseen force of destruction. Aliens? I remember how I used the cellphone as w a way to warp, but I'm not sure if those were tapped.

I think I may have been caught or rode in a "police" vehicle. They drove hover cars that were Circular with rubber legs or something and could sense life. The whole area was dead and humanity was being wiped out like in a time warp and controlled or I fear channeled to other bodies ?


"Glitch" Feb. 9 2009

Last Night: I am in bed, and then I am being awakened. I am conscious and choose my escape method. I feel the force of spinning in my body, and slip out then the Shadow begins poking me::In the ribs, back, thigh, stomach, arms, anywhere it hurts me and I continue avoiding the pain and knowing I cannot just 'let' it torture me because it obviously 'wants' me to struggle, so masochistic. I know there are four anonymous demon names which I am not aware of, although I know there are four demon names before me....and I am then suddenly under my bed on the floor- I feel the cold wooden floor against my skin and I am laying with my side and face on the floor, I am UNDER the bed...it was so real and terrifying....the poking and pinching begins again and I begin calling out 'Aaaah Aahh' sometimes I can hear it, and it's like I am moaning through the parallel astral dimensions. I wake up and think, although that was horrible I think I can experience worse....

The Night Before: I am once again boarding the plane and then the plane takes off, then I am waiting to board, then I am traveling in air, next to people. There are companions. It's just non-stop boarding then getting off...and then on. I am climbing through a tall building that is never-ending with secret rooms- this large building is a metaphor for a Magical Asylum. It has rooms for memories of people that passed and people being born. My mother has a room with paintings of her children and who she wanted us to be....

The Magical Asylum and The Airplane metaphor is a dream I have been having almost nightly, getting on a plane and traveling...and then this stupid crazy Magical Asylum in a dark city at night. I am trapped, it's like a life or death...like they are trying to make us Immortal and crazy or something and I keep trying to escape and make friends with the patients then like, I escape and become a con artist or I steal things from the Asylum....or tell their secrets like a spy it's very fun those dreams but the neverending rooms like dreams are overwhelming and make me dizzy. I also have dreams about boarding schools, of course, magical boarding schools with a Witch as the Headmistress and yeah...those dreams are hard to remember when I wake up.

"Little Brother" DEC 14 2010

My recent dream was very different than usual dreams. I was with my younger brother, who is usually very mature and articulate. In this dream it was like he was a really young boy, like nine or so, and kind of vulnerable. His vulnerability just showed. I was with him on the shore with a crowd of people, once again it was in a tropical climate and then I told some people, maybe parents or caretakers that we were venturing toward the shore to see the waves. I was with him, and suddenly the waves rushed in and people were panicking. I quickly took control and became the mother of my brother, I told him to hurry back from the water just before it started to flood. Then this person, I think it was my dad character, said to take my brother and flee because it was crowded, and we needed to get away before the floods got to us. We were walking along the road in the dark. The further we moved away from the sea the more I became the mother. But then, suddenly I became possessive. I had him in really nice clothes and he was with me, but everything was up to my "vision" of him and how much I loved him, while putting my interests first. I remember I took him with me, and him being kind of incoherently innocent, smiled as we enjoyed a rich people's party. I was dressed in designer clothes and acting wealthy and superior.

And i wanted him to look wealthy to project both of our worth. I've never been this way in real life but it made me analyze the issue of parenthood and possessiveness. Also, I think the ocean may have an emotional level for how much I care about my brother...and with my mom not being stable right now I do feel protective of him while not feeling like I can truly protect him. And with my mom sick, it's even harder. He's becoming an adult, so this is even stranger to me that I should dream of him being so little. Of course, the worst part was I think during the end my self got so consumed in escapism that I lost sight of him and ended up in my own world and he was left behind. I don't know, I never cared about someone as much as my brother. I know he cares about me a lot too, and it's hard to express how much you love someone when it's family sometimes, because you're with them all the time. I still live at home aside from college, and he's going to college next year.

Overall it was a really deep and revealing dream, but on so many levels the part about me in this over-protective possessive role while it seemed to feel good as the "mother" I retrospectively think of it as entirely wrong. I have wondered sometimes if my mother became this way too...or if it's common under stress or normal circumstances. I also think I've always wanted him to think of me as a role model, and I've felt I let him down sometimes. Feeling like I want to protect my younger brother, as I always have, it's tough when he's growing up and I worry about him. He's so rebellious and craving independence, and I'm just someone who cares about him. But deep down, isn't caring better than being protective? Even if that boy in the dream wasn't like him, I've had another dream that scared me to the core. I called my brother and his voice was creepily childish and confused, and my first thought was "he's in trouble, it's not him"

I wonder sometimes, it's like I have all these dreams of his childhood self when I was struggling, images of him crying when I looked into a mirror at my face, I see his face instead. What are my dreams telling me? That I need to be a better sister?

"Gangsta" 2009
I remember it much like snapshots of different moments. In the beginning I was on a mission. Then I was watching a video that was made for me by two men, who were dressed in dark hoodies. It was them talking about how they loved me, but I wasn't sure I should love them because they were gangsters. Then I was at a young man's house, who trying to get me alcohol and to drink alcohol despite I was talking to my dad, who was laying on the couch dreaming. I remember the government found out I did something illegal, maybe I fell in love. Then I was in a garage type place and this rich man who traveled a lot said he had been looking for me, and that I couldn't get away from him. He started firing at me and I dodged all the bullets then I ran, and I got on a train and ended up where no one could find me, not even my family. I was walking through a downtown area in a black coat looking up at the architecture, there was probably a fountain and it was fall or winter. I had a feeling I would meet someone, that I would still fulfill my mission despite that I had left everything behind, it was a new life.

"Ascension" 2009 October

I am on a subway. The train screeches. I'm with people, we're underground. I make it to the bottom, there must've been an elevator. I take the stairs to the top. I'm in my house, a man is with me on the porch who tries to attack me. Then he shifts and evolves into a friend. He wanted to tell me the secret truth.
I'm in a spaceship with horrible people doing horrible things to me. I keep coming back to a 'game' where I'm a baby being fed bad food and sung aweful lullabies to grow into a slave. I write a letter to the heavens, and tell them what I know of this. That I don't understand why I am being put through the game and what I truly want. I'm with two people, a man and a woman. The man thinks I'm his slave. The man tells me something, the woman is suspending herself. I make a better impression on them, the man thinks he is like God?
I'm in a space station type place. There's a sick boy with me. I've been given pills in the shape of the solar system. A nurse comes into my bedroom and I feel upset about this. A girl is sitting in my bed and she is talking about the aliens. I tell her they are real, it's just a matter of perspective. I see a tirangle spaceship and think about another dream about the triangle spaceship, desert, and mars.

I'm on a huge spaceship and we're looking out into space. A chinese man and a wise scientist. One of them throws open the space door. They hold onto the sides, 'what are you doing?' a man asks. He says 'I'm liberating them'. We decide to let go and are sucked into the stars then spit out on the otherside. But it's not what the boy thought it would be. He reminds me of someone. Then I'm hovering above a spaceship that's on a planet, and it's making 'spew spew spew' noises and I hear a rock music song.
I am strong when I face the attacker, I wrestle him and my dad yells at him 'what are you doing?' he says I came to tell her the truth. There was a contract you signed that you werent meant to into slavery. The system brought him there. Then he realized he was supposed to be my friend and became nice. So much happened within this and it was all so vivid and surreal, like the most craziest dream I've ever had. It may have flowed in sequence but not when I woke up. It was definitely centered around ascension.

This dream was interesting and futuristic like many of my dreams. I plan on posting my most memorable ones periodically.

March 29, 2011

"All you need is a foreign tour guide, and this guide will take you through the map of dreams--to any parallel earth in time."

We were in a room I had been before, fleeting glimpses of past and future swirled around with magical glimpses of surreal and primal wants.

I walked along a city, there were tall highways that reached up into the sky.

I entered this large building in France. Perhaps in Paris, France. "How did you get in here?" Someone asked me. I told them I had a tour guide.

The place was a giant museum...basically, an empty chamber with towering walls of black marble, etched into the marble was locations, names, identities. Something about it was mystical, mythical, unsettling. They were busy, people rushed through but I was in awe of the names. I knew I had to look at them. They looked like the names of vets of a war too, like in DC.

There was more, but I don't remember it all.

Then I had an intensely sexual run in with someone, that stayed with me.

So this girl asked me how I got there, and I told her because I couldn't help it I was so excited...she was younger, and she asked how she could get a foreign tour guide so she could travel between realms as well.

The oddest thing about the dream was that I had a gut feeling I was dreaming. But what made me mad to them was that I thought it was a dream! This happens a lot in my dreams, dream people think I'm crazy when I realize or tell them I'm dreaming. I didn't tell anyone it was a dream, but I knew.

Then I heard, finally, "That's it. We're going in and getting her out." She sounded and looked like Hillary Clinton.

Suddenly I was pulled like through a tunnel, I saw men in black and they started chasing me. I jumped and had a fleeting glimpse of the room and bed as if it was just another fleeting dream. Then I woke up with a jolt realizing, wait--no this was my true reality.

I can only describe this in limited detail, if I could make a movie of those fleeting glimpses with a good budget---it would be awe inspiring. My dreams are like films, lucid, colorful full of light and beauty as well as sound and motion.

Jan 3 2011

I wondered exactly how I got there. It felt there was a surreal fog sweeping over me, choking me with terror. I watched the planes soaring high, then crashing down into oblivion. People poured into buses, evacuating the city like good citizens that they were. But I was not about to be shuttled to another cage. I was not one of them.

I had already been running, as far as I could in my drug induced panic, from the police. I had been running because I had caused another disturbance. In some ways, I felt the explosion had been my fault. The fear gripped my lungs, and I coughed at the gaseous smoky stench. How the hell was I going to outlive this one?

For one split second, I had been running from the scene. In another terrorizing second, the escape had been replaced by instinctual panic. I knew they were coming for me. I wasn't exactly sure what I had done this time. I believe it had something to do with unloading my rifle into the oppressor's stomach. The man Jimmy, my dealer, who had tried to beat me to a pulp and laced me with something from some new age drug.

The crazy stuff was starting to affect my judgment. That and the explosions that were blowing our city to a crisp. One corporate chain, one house with three children, one ghetto crack house, all the same fate. Yes, and in some way it felt comforting to me. To feel as though people were partaking in the terror I had always felt. The doom of mankind. The depression of a non-existent God to save us all.

Stopping for a second I clutched my heart, feeling it pounding with excitement and fear. There was no where else to go. I was on someone's property, but would they care now that we were brethren again? That I was a crook and a cheat would escape them. I ran to the cellar and tore it open. The wind and dust suddenly replaced by dark ebbing silence.

In the cellar it was very dark and dismal. It wreaked of plant foliage and flesh. It was as if I had stumbled into a Jurassic park of sorts. Making my way through the garbage, I stumbled over a table with specimens in bottles. Did I have my lighter? I hoped so, fishing through my pockets. I swore under my breath with relief. I had my butane lighter; thank god! When I flicked the torch on, I was taken aghast by what I saw.

The specimens were foreign to me. It seemed as though this was the home of some wacky scientist. But the specimens were not what really took my breath away, it was the expanse of the cellar. I wandered off toward something that felt it was pulling me toward it through both fear and curiosity. Suddenly, another explosion went off. I ran toward the blue glimmering, and found myself face to face with an immense aquarium.

There was plant life in the aquarium, and creatures were swimming about that seemed to have been taken from the bottom of the sea. Feeling the awe take over me, I walked toward the stairs and gazed down into the sea life. Another explosion sent me crouching.

"Who are you?" An old man snapped from down below.

"Uh, uh, name's Gerald. I was taking refuse from the bombs."

And so began our friendship, we spent the next 48 hours cooped up in the bomb shelter exchanging interesting stories. But Darren's stories were the most interesting, of course. Darren was once a diver, but the intrigue of sea-life caused him to study marine biology. He began collecting specimens of sea life, and then had experimented on their DNA to create new life forms.

After the attacks were over, Darren asked me to repay him for shelter by giving a blood sample. I couldn't say no, this man was a genius. He told me to close my eyes as he drew blood. I peaked, and to my utter shock realize his motives. Had he wanted to mix human DNA with sea specimen DNA? A completely new life form would be created from my DNA. I knew this...he knew it. It was an unspoken agreement.

But I had no idea that my DNA would cause the worst creatures imaginable. That my true nature was like that of a beast, and my DNA would slowly infect every cell in their mutant bodies. Creating a new form of life that resembled self-replicating trolls. I came back to visit him, and when I went to the cellar I found a million of these short stubby creatures, with large man-eating teeth. One of them was not enough to take me down, but a million? They kept multiplying.

I told him he had to stop. I told him I would not be a part of this. And then one day he simply disappeared off the face of the earth. I got a group of friends together, to try and stop the creatures from ever escaping the cellar...but the trolls were too strong. And so, I guess it was the final vengeance of God to create a new breed of human-like creatures. For now millions of trolls walk the earth, and strange mutant creatures have re-created the world into an inescapable survival game.