1/8/21
an overview of my dream
tw: gore/violence
okay so i had a dream where i was. an adult for some reason. and i knew i was a cop or FBI or something? and i was allowed to have a gun on me. now, i was at a party at this hotel in a city and it was just this big get together for certain people to celebrate the discovery and detainment of other life forms. scientists and workers from NASA had successfully detected a craft coming into to our system before it landed, calculated approximately where it was going to set itself down, and, as i said, detained and discovered new life forms inside. the destination was not too far from that city, so it was a big thing for all of us there. we were excited and shocked, as was the rest of the world. now, i got a little drunk. and i remember having to pee really badly. i wandered around asking tons of the party-goers where the restroom was, but they were all snobby and also a tipsier than me, and could barely point me in the right direction. seeing as i couldn't find a bathroom nearby, i decided to just. go up a whole other floor and hope to find someone wandering (and sober and willing) who could give me directions.
but as i made my way through the hall, i noticed how... quiet it was. and i stumbled around a corner to get in another elevator to go somewhere else when i noticed this long trail of red. and i was drunk, so at first i thought "oh fuck wow, i'm hallucinating, this is bad" but then i stepped into the elevator. there was this reeking smell and i remember feeling like i had to vomit and when i looked down .... there was a body on the floor there was a body of someone in the elevator, and the doors wouldn't close and the elevator wouldn't move because the body was in the way of the sensors
frantically, i looked around the hallway for someone, but everything was so frustratingly blurry. i remember this panic gripping my chest and i felt like i couldn't breathe, but i ran to the nearest noise. there was sound coming from the floor above. (i didn't go back to the party because i knew they wouldn't help me, or they'd already figured out and evacuated. all those people were just... mean and flaunting their money and status and i just knew that i would either be brushed off, or like i said, they'd be gone) there was a room on the floor above that i got to after taking the stairs that was full of people. and i knew it was just a regular suite, but i pounded on the door and begged for them to let me in. the door swung open and i stumbled inside and turned off their music and began blabbering. they were mostly men - they were all sitting around a table playing poker. and they had chips and cards in their hands and some were drinking, i remember. and i told them that there was someone - or something - in the building and that i wanted to use their phone and we had to get out of there
obviously, no one believed me. but i saw that body downstairs and a part of me just knew that they hadn't been killed by another human. there was a smell attached to them that wasn't just blood, but it wasn't human. and the way they'd been torn apart just... seemed like the work of claws or teeth or something
there was one guy i tried to connect with at the table. he was holding my eyes while the rest were just staring at each other and trying not to laugh (or looking heavily concerned for me). i asked for his name and he gave it to me. and i repeated it and pleaded for him to believe me and let me use a phone to call the help desk or more police or someone, because i had contact with people. (if you remember, i was ... a cop? FBI? something like that? my dream never specified, but) the guys tried to get me to calm down and take a seat, but i INSISTED i knew what i was talking about. instantly i had this feeling that the scientists or government or whomever had released the information about that craft had lied. they HADN'T detained whatever had been inside. they were TRYING to and just hoped that the lie wouldn't get out and people wouldn't panic and they'd have that thing or those things detained in time
i just knew it was a lie. and we were so close to the landing site.... it just made sense with everything i'd seen and smelled (and god. it's the government and the news. they lie all the time.) no one ended up believing me. the man that i had tried to connect with started off kindly with something along the lines of, "i wish i could believe you, but what you're telling me doesn't make sense". and he started going off about how i was clearly drunk and just being paranoid and i needed to be taken back to my room or home or wherever i looked at them for a moment. and then i straightened and realized no one was going to come with me. so i said "fine" and i took a phone and stormed out. i moved towards the staircase and called some people while loading my gun and when i finished with the call i remember leaving it on the steps in hope that those people would follow my lead down the stairs eventually and retrieve it.
i again reached the floor where the body was, only to find it in more disarray. there were paintings off the walls and a few little display tables with accent pieces had been knocked over. and i remember leading with my gun in my hands, pointing out in front of me. and i was squeezing the trigger and trying to breathe and move as quiet as i could, knowing something was there - or had at least been through this way. i searched the other bend of the hallway, opposite of the elevator with the body, and i found a hotel room that had been opened. there were many people inside, all deceased. i crept around and searched for any survivors or the attacker, and found nothing, so i moved on. i reached the stairs and reunited with the man who i'd tried to convince. he started yelling at me for taking the phone and grabbed my arm and demanded i come with him to the front desk and i ripped my arm from him, backed away, and said he needed to leave. that was when he saw my gun - and i knew once he started breathing heavily that he could smell it, too. he saw the blood on my fingers from the bodies i'd turned over and examined, as well, and that was just... the oh, fuck moment.
long story short for the rest of the dream, he agreed that we were getting the fuck out of there and i asked if he knew how to use a gun and he said no, so i was like "great, stay behind me" and he mentioned, "aren't you a little... drunk?". i said it was a bit clearer with the adrenaline and that we'd be fine as long as we just kept moving so we did. the rest of the dream was us clearing every floor until we reached the bottom (turns out the thing inside the hotel had been the creature/life form from the craft! i had been right about my suspicion of the government lying)