I recall a vivid lifelike painting showing parallel extremes. It looked very much like a storybook unfolding. There where two humanoid beings with extremely large heads. One looked incredibly grotesque, portrayed in dark colors, while the other was angelic with creamy fills. Both, however looked unsettling after viewing for a while. Now, that I think about it, the painting was portrayed more like a comic book panel that a straight painting. One section would show a being exclaim, "I strive to beautiful, while the other muses, I strive to be ugly. The beautiful one was shrouded in a silhouette with some type of instrument or weapon. This was contrasted with the dark one mutilating his body with a similar weapon under the same silhouette. Corny as it may sound, words cannot express the sheer eldritch sophistication of the art in my dreams, which is really rings true considering my grammar sucks. The next sequence had to do with TYT (The Young Turks) calling out another program of sorts. They took turns bashing one another. Nothing really stood out other than I couldn't remember what the second organization was. I had very little sleep that night due to waking up for a job around 5:00 a.m. and I also took two menthol lozenges that night.
I was with my parents at night/dusk in Washington. We were in a place on the water with a lot of trees, darkly wooded. We were getting in the old rusty van we used to have, and my parents explained to me that we had to leave because if we didn't this one dude would kill us. He told us the recent stories of the deaths of several other prominent people in the area who somehow opposed the guy in a public forum, but then he killed them one by one. As he told me these stories I saw them happening, how he hunted them. So we left, but my dad handed me my old CD case. In it, there were a bunch of newspaper clippings and notes implicating this guy in his crimes. Somehow we got separated and I ended up in a little diner outside of town but still in the woods at night. The diner was pretty big and had faux-wood paneling. It seemed to be a house that was converted to a diner, as it had side rooms from the entryway that were used by employees. I tried to show a waitress my evidence to get it out there, and she believed me. I told her to take it and turn it in to the police as soon as she could. When she left the table, a couple of cops showed up to eat. I spoke with them casually for a minute, and then went to one of the backrooms that the waitress had put the evidence in. As I walked up to it, I saw that the lights were off and the door was open. The big bald guy from the bar that I threw out was in the dream, working for the murderer, and he was just stepping out of the room as I walked up. He had taken the evidence and was leaving to destroy it. As we locked eyes, I didn't know what to do to stop him and I woke up.
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