Yay, I had a nightmare last night! And an interesting one at that.
First part I remember involved me thinking about an old, long-lost friend I had named Brian in the first few grades of school. Wondering where he was now, that sort of thing. I'd never known his surname and so I was never able to track him down. I wound up looking through old papers and such from my earliest school days, though, and I found his last name on some sort of report card/school photo. It started with 'K' and was only a single syllable.
The next part I remember took place (seemingly) much later in the dream. I'm not even sure if it was part of the same dream. Anyway, I was with someone and was rummaging through a box of things from my childhood. The main things I was looking at (and discussing with my companion) were a collection of N64 games. Some of them I believe were actually real games that I once owned IRL, but for some reason in dream-world the cartridges were coloured black instead of grey. They brought back a lot of happy memories.
There were some PS1 games, too, and I believe they also had a different colour scheme.
As I started looking through the PS1 games, though, I found something disturbing- a polaroid photo of myself. I'm pretty sure this wasn't the first creepy occurrence of the dream, and I was instantly on guard. I may have found some other worrying things in the box, but there was nothing too extreme, I don't think.
I was sick of this, though, sick of being stalked and taunted by whoever the hell was after me. I said something to that effect to my companion, then walked over to one of the walls (we were under an old house, a Queenslander, built on high stumps with a lot of space below it, which was mostly encircled by wooden slats) and saw, with some surprise, a woman sitting on a seat a short distance away. That seemed suspicious to me, and I shouted at her, demanded that she come over here.
She stood up, quite calmly, and walked around to the door. She was, I saw now, stunningly attractive, and was wearing an unusual purple outfit that only made her more of a suspect. Not that I have anything against purple, you know, it's a great colour- but there was definitely something strange about her.
I can't remember our dialogue, unfortunately, but my fears were very quickly realized- she was the one (or maybe one of a team/group?) who were responsible for the weird shit going on, who had been following me, and she/they had decided to up the ante.
She placed an ice chest on the ground in front of me. I can't remember exactly what she said, something about my father, but I was horrified.
I hesitantly opened it and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a human brain, lying in a mix of blood and water, lightly garnished with *shudder* olives. I looked away, looked back to her. There was more dialogue, but again, I can't remember it. I assume I demanded to know what she had done, etc. etc, whether that was my father's brain in the ice chest, you know, all the basic questions.
And then I grabbed her by the throat. As is normal in my dreams, I seemed far stronger than IRL. I could have snapped her neck with ease, and I was on the verge of doing so as I squeezed. Her face showed a brief moment of displeasure, but then her irritating, unnerving calm returned. She reminded me that, if I killed her, I would never know just what had happened, just what she'd done or where the bodies were. I believe she also insinuated that, even with her dead, the terrible events surrounding me would continue unabated, which lends credence to the 'more than one person involved' theory.
I wasn't entirely sure whether to believe that, though. It could easily have been a bluff.
And I wasn't sure I
wanted to know what she had done. I knew that taking my revenge now and killing her would give me a great deal of satisfaction, but at the same time I hesitated- what if she was telling the truth? I'd probably already asked just
why she was doing this, but I don't believe it got an answer. Any questions about who her conspirators were doubtless received the same response.
So I stood there, staring into her calm, beautiful face with my hands wrapped around her neck, tensed and ready.
...And then I woke up. Gg, brain. Gg.
(This dream was very much influenced by the Nosleep stories I read before going to sleep, haha.)
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