The first part of the dream I was on the run, running atop a narrow fence. The first thing I noticed was that I was a child, as the adults chasing me could not climb atop the fence. I ran amok swinging from trees, before settling down and hiding within a large willow. It was all rather comfy until I was called inside, as a heavy storm was approaching.
I was in my kitchen, a small child, hiding behind a large bag of rice in an alcove warmed by a radiator, I was damp with rain and shivering. When I emerged I saw a large figure, entirely black - unnaturally so, like the black of a starless sky, except for two white orbs for eyes. I retreated until I heard two call me forwards, two familiar voices. Both children too, one was a friend, a boy, the other was my sister, who for some reason was younger than me. We sat and awaited the return of adults with the kitchen door closed, nervously, sitting down.
A horrible grating noise, the sound of a throat clearing and gargling turned my head to my left, and I immediately looked away. Looming over my friend was a girl who stretched a meter above his neck from behind and around to look into his face. I dared not look at it and I told my sister not to look at it either. This apparition told my friend something, he panicked, through a reflection in the black glass of a microwave I saw her take his life before turning to me. As she loomed over me from behind I saw a closer look of her face, an albino of wrong proportions with jet black hair - but naturally black hair, if such a thing could be said about a hungry ghost. This spirit requested me to stay calm, open my mouth as wide as possible and take five breaths. I did so, my mouth quivering. Its face screwed up annoyed, it told me I wasn't trying hard enough. I opened my mouth even wider, as wide as I could, whilst with one finger it pressed my lower jaw open wider with one finger on my lower back molars. I took five deep breaths, and woke up on a hospital stretcher.
Around me were two adults I saw in my dream as my parents, but in waking I did not recognize as such (though the same could be said for my dream-friends or dream-sister). The only figures I could recognise from conscious memory, were the apparitions. At any rate the people around my bed were pleased I was awake as they told me I had stopped breathing, I asked where my friend was and they told me he was gone. I was discharged from the hospital and brought to a daycare centre instead of home, there I was checked in and allowed to play on this massive but small climbing frame. I was being closely watched by teachers, so while one of them was distracted with a crying child, I snuck away.
I found what could be described as a giant slinky, large enough for a child to climb through, obscured by a tunnel. One of the teachers saw me climb through it, but grew alarmed as I never exited it. When I entered it I found that I slid down for impossibly long time and space, it shouldn't have even been possible to slide down in a horizontal pipe. Segments of colour flashed by in regular intervals and had I been at my wits perhaps I would have counted them to determine my speed and distance. But I was not, as this was incredibly fun. At last I hit the ground which was pleasant and green, though I grazed my shins no blood was drawn. I lay in the soft grass before taking a bearing of my surroundings. There were daisies and daffodils, dandelions and ivy, all spread out over a semi-wild field that looked well-maintained by someone. I could not see a sky, if there was it seemed to be a twilit purple haze covering all in a blanket. I wandered about alone musing about how I half-expected to find a rabbit in this wonderland, when I saw a tall figure looming 10 paces away from me, a tall figure entirely in black with two burning white orbs for eyes.
I awoke rather startled with no less than three teachers clutching me, asking where I had gone and how had I gotten out of the building. One of them was muttering about how they needed to up the security. I returned down the slide again, twice, each time the scenery was beautiful (if different each time) and each time the teachers were panicked that I had momentarily disappeared, setting about to eliminate as many of their blind spots as possible to figure out where I had gone, not believing me when I described the flat hills of green. They sent me on my way exasperated while I started talking with a girl about silly kids stuff, before drifting off to sleep. In the morning we awoke and began to question why our parents weren't picking us up, but our questions were brushed aside easily. Whilst we were being given registers to find and make sure all were present, something struck my eye. There was that weird slinky-slide, and it was embedded in a wall. I went up to it and jumped in, the girl I mentioned earlier (I'll call her Aliyah, as that seemed to be who she was based off) jumps in after me.
We hit the ground not too far apart and as before, the whole place is breathtaking. There were some things new though, like the presence of thistles and one patch of poison ivy I noticed before Aliyah nearly jumped through it. We found a picnic lying on the top of a hill and ran towards it, eating some of the jam sandwiches before running away lest the owner find out we ate some of their stuff. We played catch with a tennis ball before noticing that the twilit sky was growing darker, turning from purple to black, and decided to go back.
Throughout the day, especially at lunchtime, I could not help but think of what was that place. I wondered even if it was real. I listened to the teachers talking to one another to some smart looking official about how the centre was for "over-imaginative" children and my suspicion was peaked at why such a phrase was used euphemistically. Either the place was real, or I had gone insane. The official noticed that I had seen him and turned his gaze to me, I retreated away to a play-area whilst the teachers explained who I was to him. Having retreated, I didn't hear the full explanation upon my own identity.
The play-area was curiously derelict of all people, as the children and adults were all having lunch. With the artificial lights off the play-area was bathed in a grey light from what was unmistakably the overcast sun of England, lending all the pipes, frames and mats the atmosphere of a ghost-town bathed in fog. Right in the centre was the slinky-slide, and slide down it I went. The slide went on for as long as it did previously but upon exiting, everything was dramatically different.
In lieu of the pastoral paradise I had grown accustomed to, I fell with a soft squelch into a ground that seemed entirely composed of flesh. The smell was surprisingly not horrible, the sky was a dark red and the plants appeared to be akin to knotweed with a bony spine - fingers. This was unsettling but most of everything seemed benign enough. I began exploring this environment excitedly, sticking to the areas of ground that had scabbed over, as I did not like the squelching blood.
In an amusing twist of fate I found my rabbit, however it was of massive stature, one eye was replaced with tumorous growths and tentacles, and its left ribcage was exposed to the air. It took all my resolve and willpower not to panic and flee, and instead root myself into the ground and hide. I watched from the corner of my eye as this lumbering creature moved past, ignorant of my presence. After seeing this, I was shaken. I ran away and returned back, finding myself in the play-area where there were more people, and the official was coming towards me.
Aliyah was diving through the tunnel, slowly, whilst I waited in line. Agonizingly crawling over the span of 3 seconds, very long 3 seconds, I climb in after her. We slide down and hit solid ground, realizing we're within some large building. Outside the sky is a bright red, and we hear something very large breathing in the corridor. We resolve to find anything to arm ourselves with, Aliyah is already armed with hammer when I find a toy-laser gun, that turns out to fully functional. We await the creature to arrive in the doorway before leaping upon it in ambush. A strike team hears the commotion and moves past to investigate while we return to hiding. We decide whether it's best or not to ambush them, and we do.
It was a surprisingly coherent dream, barring the absolute earliest (which I've forgotten) and the absolute end (which I've omitted). Gonna write a story of it
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