I dreamed I was in a Russian bunker that was getting bombed to hell and had filled with petroleum yet to alight, so I alongside everyone else raced to exit the bunker before something ignited the fuel
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I dreamed my garden fence was torn down by a tremendous storm and in their place was a great hedge of bright green leaves, already unusual for the winter. Exploring the hedge my eyes were drawn to an archway, which led into a bright and idyllic garden with a huge house that looked American in construction, being a massive wooden structure painted white and blue with a large front porch and large french windows on the first, second and third floors. Nothing about this really made sense as it was clear I was no longer at home. I knocked on the door of the house but no one answered.
I left the way I came and returned with five other peoples. One was a white American clown in full clown regalia, one was a gothic fashion-inclined mongolian lady, one was a young pakistani man in loose orange overalls, one a tall yoruba lady in short shorts and the last was a middle-aged Tunisian man with a bald head crowned by hair. I had no names for these people nor did they for me, but it was evidently as if we had known each other our whole lives, as we explored the garden and the house with wanton abandon.
At a gazebo we basked in the cool warmth eating from a feast of foods set out before us. None of us had prepared the feast but none of us seemed to pay much heed to this, as we had found no one at all besides ourselves. The gothic fashion lady asked if she could have one of my pastries and I gave it to her, however she asked for more and I never saw her eat any. I kept giving, however, until we finished lunch.
We all fell asleep various places in this strange land. Some like clown fell asleep outside in the perfect weather, whilst others like myself went inside to sleep in one of the house's many rooms. Sleep was difficult as I was often awoken by the sound of howling wind or scurrying feet, yet it always seemed like whenever I awoke to see, outside was perfect weather and I alone was in the room.
There was no next day as it seemed the sun had never set at all. We all decided to reconvene at the gazebo but clown, orange and bald were all missing. Short shorts decides to leave whilst gothic and I look for the other three. We find baldy, but baldy is dead, stabbed with garden shears. Short shorts comes back saying the hedges have all moved and the way back is now literally a hedge maze.
We're all immensely anxious now that we're stuck in another dimension with a serial killer, and we stick together wherever possible. We eat together, at bathroom breaks the three of us check the room is safe before anyone uses it, we sleep in rotating guard shifts. When clown arrives we nearly deck him (admittedly killer clown stereotyping was at work) but clown had no idea what was going on, so we helped him up and told him what was what. We're still highly suspicious because someone had to kill baldy.
Gothic accuses clown and says we should get them before they get us. Clown legs it and a terrible fight ensues, in which all of us get stabbed apart from gothic. As I die, I see another figure - black white and blue approach, with long hair cast down. They were absolutely terrifying and fearsome to behold but I was immobile and dying anyways so I didn't really care.
I experienced a cut in scene back to the gazebo, as if nothing had happened. No one brought up what had occurred and we ate from the feast again, but it was clear people weren't acting the same.
The days repeated again and again, each time starting fairly inane and ending more and more violently insane. The clown became a killer clown, the shorts kept getting lost in the maze, gothic kept sowing discord, I became emaciated and cannibalistic, baldy became a killer yet was nevertheless always the first to die, and each time I would see more and more of the black, white and blue ghost - and each time the day would start anew and we would forget about what had happened, continuing the cycle.
During the penultimate battle, where I had formed an alliance with gothic and short shorts to fight the clown-bald alliance, clown was killed and eaten, upon which a baldy-gothic-shorts alliance formed to kill me. Ghost possesses me, and subsequently after I am Julius Caesar'd to death, my dead body arises and kills everyone whilst I watch on as a ghost. Eventually everyone is dead and ghost and I walk through time, where I see an endless corridor of my cadavers. I begin to understand how long this cycle has been repeating.
The cycle repeats instantly, only this time I slap everyone's hands away from the food. I tell them all we have to leave now, but gothic insists on having a pastry and no one takes me seriously. I begin telling everyone that this is another dimension and I have seen how many timelines we have repeated a cycle of madness, destruction and inescapable reincarnation, but by the time they listen to me it's too late, the cycle repeats.
The next time it repeats as usual, but when gothic tries to take my pastry I stab their hand with a fork. Not really believing anything I say but shaken and disturbed enough by this act of unprovoked violence they startle and head for the hedgerow exit. Instead of leaving I return to the house to thank the ghost for helping me escape, but I can't find them. I search for the exit in the hedge maze but can't find that too. Everything starts to become black, white and blue, so I set on a hammock enjoying the sun
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