Had horrible dreams all night. So, TW for death and violence.
My parents were dying, and I needed to be the one to give them some kind of shot or medicine to make them really dead. First it was both parents, then just my mom. So, I gave her the injection, and she died. But she didnât stay dead, for some reason. I tried it again and again, but it didnât stick. I gave up, but was kinda happy it wasnât her time yet. I was stressing about having to be the oldest in the family and taking care of things, and how my sister was going to hold up.
I woke up at this point and was very relieved it was just a dream, but was still filled with dread. Thankfully (or unfortunately?) I fell back asleep soon.
I was in an old house, with a lot of people around. âFriends.â Some guy, tall, black hoodie, started bothering me. He tried to take my hands and not let go. When I twisted his wrist into a locking position (I did aikido as a kid, this is not important) it hurt him, and he got mad. All the other âfriendsâ also got mad that I hurt this guy. We went outsie and he started attacking me with worse and worse âweaponsâ, bricks, spray paint cans, rocksâŚ. After a while I just left, screw this, Iâm fleeing.
I came across a waterway of some sort. There were docks on both sides of the shore, but no bridge inbetween. There were mermaids in the water. I asked them to hold my stuff (water bottle, wallet, at least) while I swam across. They were happy to help, and we started our swim to the other shore.
On the other dock I was met with mayhem again. Day turned to night, and the people I met on the dock were confused about something. We heard a loud bang and crash, like someone hit a tree with a folding chair, and someone fell in the water. I jumped in to rescue them. It was a middle-aged ginger man, floating in the water. We got him up to dry, I have no memory of him after that.
Trouble was still brewing. There was a young blonde woman who wanted to escape a situation. I was transported into an old house, not very well kept. It felt semi-abandoned. Chaos ensued. People were sometimes deceptively nice to the blonde woman, sometimes they just outright attacked her. I was watching everything unfold through her eyes. There were both people and ghosts in the house. Sometimes a person died and became a ghost then and there. There were also lots of children around. It was dark all the time, only moonlight illuminated her path through the shadowy house.
When she encountered a ghost, she could set it free by giving it what it needed to pass on. One ghost just needed their child to get away from the house, another needed to be tricked into accepting their past or something. She got out of the house and into the yard. There were a lot of bushes and shrubs around, and she tried to hide in them and their shadows. Suddenly, a big group of children ran over a small hill and into the yeard, all holding huge gardening shears. One of them found her and tried to attack her with the shears. She needed to move through the yard, fast.
She found herself back at the docks, but now there were more people around. All middle-aged, dressed in old-fashioned (late 1800âs) clothing. They were trying to complete a ritual of some sort. They didnât succeed. The girl ran back through the house, catching a glimpse of the livingroom where three, spindly golden skeletons were propped up in their coffins. They came alive and started clawing in her direction. She had no time to stay and see if they could move from their coffins, she just kept running.
She made it to another side of the house, where there was another dock. She made it to the other shore and stood there facing the way she came from. The night changed to day, and she was surrounded by her friends, they were all wearing matching sunhats. The ritual people had followed her, but couldnât come to the shore she was on. A woman in edwardian-era clothes flicked her fingers, and sent a little clip flying towards the blonde woman. It attached to her hat brim. It was embellished with a skull motif and flowers, maybe. She quickly removed the clip, and attached it to a friendâs hat. Suddenly, she realized all of her friends around her were wearing a similar clip in ther hats. They were telepathically communicating through them, all looking at her with mischievous grins. She couldnât trust any of them.
The whole premise of the dream changed. I was again in an old house, but it was inhabited by little sentient creatures. Think toy-inspired cartoon characters. Chaos, again. Running through the house, opening doors just to find other doors or half a floor behind it, weird hallways, tight spaces and moving walls. Then I came across a room with a tall blue plastic structure, like something from a playground. There was a counterweight on the bottom, a thinner pillar in the middle and a wider section again on the top. The top had a small space like a seat in the middle, and a spiraling castle structure on the sides around it. I sat on top of it and started spinning the whole thing around. Some of the little creatures tagged along. The spinning transported us to where they originally came from. In a nutshell, the place was like an under the sea -themed summer vacation.
They were thankful that I had found the way back. I needed to go to the bathroom real bad, but their idea of a bathroom were little huts with shelves in them, with a tray of cat litter. There were also kittens and cats living in the cabinets. I politely declined the possibility to use one, and headed inside to a hote area. Someone else was also looking for a bathroom. We found the bathrooms. I wouldâve also liked to shower, since there was sand under my clothes.
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