I’m back in the cosmic void. Everything is swirling by me. Or am I flying past everything? I land on the ground and I end up at. . . Amazon. I used to work there.I walk around and notice it’s very futuristic. I run into someone that I know, but in real life I have never met this person before.I realized that I wasn’t supposed to be there. This prompts me to go into “stealth mode”. I start sneaking around. I noticed, This isn’t Amazon anymore. It turns out to be a really expensive university. I end up outside and I’m following two men who start climbing rooftops. I don’t hesitate to climb up after them and catch wind of their conversation about renovations. The rooftops look like something from Italy in Assassin’s Creed. The two men start scaling down rooftop to rooftop. The thing that was odd to me was these men were definitely up there in age, confidently climbing down with ease. I jump down after them and head back into the school.
I’m in the cafeteria and someone, a guy, invites me over and gives me a sandwich. He then exclaims how it seems easy to feed me and that he doesn’t mind doing so. I raise an eyebrow. The look on his face is suggestive. I get uncomfortable and leave. I start to contemplate if I should eat the sandwich. I was starving and saw that it was tuna. I go outside where I see three men talking. One of them happens to be a current coworker. I don’t remember what their conversation was about. I just remember feeling weird about eating the sandwich. I eat half. I feel my body jerk. I hear the music getting more intense. I hop back into the dream. I’m on a rooftop looking at a group of 9 people in suits. They look nefarious so I decided to approach them. I take note that I normally wouldn’t do that. I hear them mentioning something about a plan and my name.
They spot me and begin to surround me. I get defensive, yelling at them. Whatever you think you’re gonna do to me. . . I trail off recognizing three faces: the person I first ran into, the guy from the cafeteria, and a woman. . .who looks and sounds like Viola Davis. I think my brain threw her in the mix based on her role from How To Get Away With Murder.
I somehow escape them, following a student as she used a pass to get through some doors. I manage to swipe her card before she slips through. I run back to grab an item. It seemed important at the time. I notice that I am being tailed by two of the people from the group. I haul ass for the door and swipe the pass. I look back and I see the two standing down the hallway. I begin to slide towards them. I tell myself NO and I go through the door. I feel my body jerk.
I’m falling down what looks to be a sewer of some kind. I hit the ground, arms covering my face. I get up and turn to see a. . . giant man, but he doesn’t look human. A mask with a red light obscures his face, or it’s face. The giant throws me down another level, jumps down and starts punching me in the face. I somehow get him off me and I run, but it’s too quick. It catches me, throws me to the ground and resumes pummeling my face. Let it happen my mind said. The giant throws me down another level and this time a girl, very reminiscent of the girl from the Ring, jumps on top of me, screeching. I cover my face thinking she’s about to wail on me. Instead, her face changes to that of a young lady, about my age, blackish-blue hair, light-skinned, yelling, “You’re always trying to release me. Why?!”
I jerk awake. I use the bathroom one last time and I say, “This is it. Let’s finish this.” I fall back to sleep. I’m falling through what seems to be hell in the cosmos. I land. A woman with a great body is having sex with me. Her face is blocked by her hair. Before anything happens any further, I jump to a hallway. I’m fully clothed. The blackish-blue haired girl is running towards me. “Not now,”
I said. “I need to finish something.” I was thinking back to the school. At this point I lose total control of the dream. The girl keeps appearing, zombies come towards me, back to me and the woman still having sex, back to the girl, two of her this time, back to zombies. I keep swatting them all away saying, “Not now! I need to finish something.” Then I get my head cut off by a chainsaw. My head falls down and lands on my body perfectly connected while I’m standing in front of the school. “Okay.” I say to myself, only it’s my voice from when I was a child. Why am I a child?
“This needs to be finished,” another voice, similar to mine states. I look over and it’s me. . . as a child. I look around. . .three more of me.
What is this? I jerk awake.
The music is still going on. It’s still very intense. I was fully awake. I feel a bit better than I did during the week, but a bit of this feeling still remains. Some of the twitching does as well.
I’m thinking I should continue. . .
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