Here is another strange dream I have to write down before I forget. This has to be one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had.
Warning, graphic
It started off playing videogames with two friends. I believe that they were dating. They wanted to go to the bar so you oblige them. It is late at night, and the bars wont be open for much longer. I get a plain soda with no alcohol, and the bartender is surprised and tries to get me to get something with alcohol but I say no.
Well, some people you know from Highschool are there, and you go up to greet them. You suggest to one of them you take a shot together, only to find that you didnât bring your wallet, as you werent intending on actually drinking. The friends I had been with were a male and female, and I dont see the male so I approach the female and ask if she will buy you the shot, and explain to her about your wallet and let her know you will pay her back. She begins talking about how at least one person should stay sober (which would make sense if I had a license but I donât), and how it is important we donât get too drunk because thats when all the things that are bothering you, even the ones you arenât consciously aware of, start coming out and it could be an issue. She specifically said âblack outâ at one point, implying she was intending on getting really drunk.
Well, I explain to the person from highschool my situation and they tell me itâs no problem and buy the shot for me and himself. I let them know that I really appreciate it and that I owe them, they just tell me to buy the shot next time.
Itâs time to go, and it is the dead of night. We had driven a small gold car, but there was snow out and the windshields were covered in it and ice making it hard to see. My two friends begin trying to clean off the glass with their hands, and I open the passenger side door and see a huge pile of snow inside the car where my feet would rest. I use my hands also to toss out large portions until there is none left, and find that underneath the snow was an ice-scraper.
It is at this point that the car had turned into a large RV sort of vehicle, of a design I have never seen before. It was old, worn, and a silver-grey. My two friends are happy I found the scraper and I begin to use that on the windshields. There is some sort of maintenance worker in the parking lot also, and he climbs a tree in front of the RV. He has a weird sort of device that looks like a sponge on a stick, and acting as though it is a superior ice scraper he asks if we would like to use it, and tosses it down to one of my friends.
He begins to compliment the RV, noting that there appears to be a pool on the top and we must love using it. The female tells him that the other friend is in love with it and uses it all the time. At this point another person I remember from highschool appears and climbs to the roof of the RV. I climb up the side and talk with him also. I vaguely remember the RV originally having two stories, but it does not any longer. I do not see a pool at the top, but a hatch entrance, connected to a pole, sort of like a firemans pole.
The person from high school is chatty and seems to want to have a conversation with me. He climbs through the hatch and slides down the pole, which leads him to a strange harness made out of seatbelts. It is a pair of straps loosely in the shape of shorts, that connect to the RV with a large amount of seatbelts, so he is strapped in, in a standing position.
The windshields are clean now, and I understand we are leaving because the female has a job interview that she needs driven too. It is no longer night, and the world is beginning to become light. Everything is lit up in a pale grey-light indicative of a breaching sun and overcast sky. The three of us get in and put on our seatbelts. The male is driving, and to pull out of the parking spot he must go in reverse and swing the car down a bit of a slope to the right. I remember the RV groaning and sliding uncontrollably some as it comes down the slope, something that I greatly disliked.
As we pull out the person from highschool strains himself and forces himself free of the seatbelt-short-harness he was in, and sits in a regular seat and straps himself in, and continues to talk to me. Every turn, every hill we take causes the RV to groan loudly as it moves. Finally, after driving for some distance the person from highschool asks âwhat are the chances you are going near [xyz] location?â Apparently just realizing that we have driven so far from our original location and he has no idea as to our destination. One of us tells him that the woman is being driven to a job interview and while he doesnât seem happy about it he seems content enough to accompany us on our journey.
We descend a hill, and I close my eyes. I can feel the drop in my stomach, and I remark as to how much I dislike large vehicles. The person from highschool tells me itâs not that bad, and pretty much any roller coaster will cause a much greater sensation. I respond with the fact that I donât like roller coasters either. We begin to discuss how a large vehicle is probably safer than a small one in the case of a crash, which I agree with, but say that big or small crashing into a building could put me in serious danger. It is icy and snowy out after all, and we are barreling down a hill in a very vocal machine that doesnt seem to enjoy it very much.
We arrive at the location of the interview, it is a dairy queen. The sign out front reads âMover and Climbers Conventionâ, and I realize we are at an event for a moving company. Immediately I sense that something is going to go wrong, as IRL I had to cut a âfriendâ out of my life who worked at a moving company. There is no longer snow, and it is no longer cold, and the world is filled with a yellow light that tells me the sun has begun to set, though it is still very bright out.
Though it was supposed to be a dairy queen, and it looked like such as we approached it, now that we are pulling into the parking lot, it looks quite different. The parking lot surrounds a parking garage, and some hotels/apartment buildings. The lot is packed with cars and people, and while I expected us to stop just momentarily to drop the woman off as there was no place to park, instead we drive into the lot, and maneuver the thin drives between the cars. We make a full 90 degree turn at one point which I dislike because the RV is so big I have no idea how we will get it out (especially in reverse) without damaging any other vehicles. And just when I think we have finished moving, the RV is brought through an impossibly tight spot in between two other cars. So tight that our mirrors on either side nearly collide with those of the cars, and only donât because our vehicle is raised so far off the ground.
We enter park, and are very close to the parking garage itself. Mounted on the concrete of that garage, is a small television. I take it that due to the large number of people, we are to sit and watch an introduction video on this screen and wait for it to finish and receive further instruction. I am unhappy with this again, still expecting us to drop the woman off and leave until she has finished.
Well, the television isnât playing any sort of job related video, but is playing pornography. And for lack of a better word, it isnât normal pornography, it is hardcore sick pornography. We are watching the actresses shit themselves, and preform fellatio until the vomit all over themselves and the male actors. There are various people outside around us talking to each other and walking to and fro. It is obvious that some of them are busy with convention tasks and so forth.
There is one woman standing outside the car next to us, with a big smile on her face. She is enjoying what is on the television a lot, and here and there makes comments to us about the convention or what is being shown. Everyone in the RV is a little uncomfortable with what is going on, but the others seem to be taking it in good spirits. Clearly confused, but taking it with a sense of humor. The woman outside approaches the drivers window and is talking to us.
On the screen the pornography actress is being placed in heavy makeup, like movie make up. And through it her face is being transformed and distorted into something twisted and disturbed. Her whole face seems to droop and be made fat and bloated, and her eyes are brought more to the side of her face. The person from highschool who is sat next to me has searched the film online for answers, and shows me that she is supposed to be this strange furry pig-like creature which is renowned for having sex with just about anything it can. He seems to nod with an interested understanding.
The woman outside passes something to the driver. It is a small square of aluminum foil. I can tell that it is meth. She is imploring us to smoke it with her, in a way thats like âWe all do this here, this is what everyone is doingâ (though I donât remember what she actually said). Everyone is a bit put off, but eventually one of the people im with takes a lighter to the bottom of it, and starts inhaling the smoke that is created. The woman outside is giving him pointers.
I am⌠very fearful at this point. Whatever I have been brought into is fucked up and I want no part of it. I refuse the offer, and the woman tries to encourage me. Now a second person I am with is smoking it. The woman seems happy. Now the person from highschool is smoking it, and I can see the crystals have turned to a liquid and are running around the tin foil. This person passes it to me, and again I refuse and give it back. The woman is scowling at me, and her eyes look like she was prepared to kill me. She keeps telling me to have some. There is a crystal stuck to my fingers from when it was passed to me, and I wanât to get rid of it but donât want her to notice because I think it would enrage her.
I undo my seatbelt, and gather my socks and shoes (which for some reason I wasnât wearing). I tell everyone, âCome find me when youâre soberâ, and exit the vehicle. I know that the drive was 10 minutes, which will be a long walk to get back, but I am prepared to make it. As I exit I flick the crystal out of my hand.
I donât know where to go. I am in the middle of the parking lot, surrounded by cars and people, or the brick faces of buildings on all sides. I can tell everyone here is high, and the whole seen feels like some sort of cult. I had been dragged into this cult recruitment event and I knew they wouldnât willingly let me leave. I begin walking, searching for a way out, trying to avoid as many people as I can. I walk past an older man who tells me about a good price on some product they are trying to sell (not anything illegal). I donât know what it is and am so nervous I can barely speak, but tell him âokayâ and keep walking. He gives me a strange and unhappy look, and I know that he was questioning whether I was an outsider or not, but I just keep moving.
I am searching for an exit but canât find one. Instead I just run into more people. When I think I have found one, I start moving towards it, but am confronted by the crowd. There is a nude woman, also a bit older, and the crowd is trying to convince me to sleep with her. I know if I do there wonât be any escape for me and I keep trying to refuse. She wont leave me alone though, and she and others repeatedly block my path as I try to walk. For a moment, everything gets very confusing and dream-logicy, but eventually I manage to break away and make a run for it.
A lot of the people I was with previously, and a lot of the buildings I was around had green tape on them. When I run, I try to move past an area with blue tape. A large man steps in front of me and grabs my arms, and we slide violently a far distance across the parking lot, as though he had rockets strapped to his back. The feeling was that of a video game, like the green tape was level 1 and I had accidentally stumbled into a higher level area.
Somehow I break away and keep running. I run all around the parking garage, and make it to an area with trucks being filled with oil and gas by large machinery. There is a warehouse there which I enter. Inside, is a rock-climbing competition, and the different courses are being shown off in some sort of introduction video. The warehouse is set up similarly to an auditorium, with rows of seats on one end that rise up a few levels against the back walls, which are facing the rock-wall-sets which are being displayed. I manage to make it behind the display, and see three normal looking people that I can tell are competing.
I am relieved to find people that arenât high out of there mind on meth, and ask them if they are aware that we are surrounding by fucking insane people. They are aware, and seem mildly alarmed by this fact, but still intend to continue to compete. They tell me âEveryone outside is chanting âIce breaker, ice breaker, ice breaker, ice breakerââ with a concerned tone in their voice.
At this moment, another person comes behind the set and speaks to me. I knew that this was a person that had been chasing me since I left the RV, and that he had found me in my hiding spot. He tells me that I need to come with him. I back away, and he follows me. I am outside the warehouse again, by the oil-truck. Still backing up I duck underneath the tubes the truck is hooked up too, behind the machinery, and turn the corner around the building. I am quick enough to escape his grasp, but not to elude him completely. He turns the corner also, and begins taunting me. He tells me that I will smoke the meth and I canât escape him. I keep refusing. He raises his hand, and in it is a long thin cooking knife. With a tone of cold amusement on his face, he tells me that he will just stab me then, like he thought what he was doing was funny.
There is nowhere for me to run, I know that you canât escape a knife fight or attack without harm, when suddenly he is shot in the head from behind. For a moment I can see straight through his skull before he collapses to the ground. The shooter? The person from highschool who came with me. Evidently he had sobered up and became as disturbed by the events as I was. He tells me how insane everything is, and remarks that everyone was chanting âice breakerâ like the other people had told me. I tell him we need to get out of here and he asks how.
We are standing next to a tall wooden fence, and I tell him all we have to do is quickly jump this and we will be in the relative safety of someone elseâs yard. He agrees, and I begin trying to climb. It is too tall for me, and I lack the arm strength to lift myself over, so I tell him to help me by lifting my legs. As I crest the top, I see we donât just need to clear one fence, but two. There is a fence around the location we are in, and a fence around the yard we intend to enter. Between the two is around a 2 foot wide strip of grass. This isnât impossible to get across but does make it more awkward and difficult.
I make it across, and am telling him to hurry up and climb. He gets further than me, but is struggling to make it over also. I grab his arms and pull to try and help him. At this point, everyone at the convention knows that the two of us are trying to escape, and we can hear them shouting and rushing towards us. This person from highschool is nearly parallel with the ground at this point, with his arms over on my side but his legs still hanging on the side of the convention.
I donât know what happens here, but he seems to pause. Maybe he had second thoughts about leaving. Either way, the rest of the people catch up to him and pull him back down. Had he not stopped and kept trying to climb he would have made it across, but he was gone now and I had to leave on my own.
Im running and running, but I donât know where to go. I know I am close to an area I am familiar with, but where I am at now I have never been before. It is the dead of night now, and I see a street. The street is filled with like 30 police cars, sirens blaring, lights on full blast. The stop at a turn in the road and all the officers get out. They are dressed and are acting strangely, clearly methed out of their minds. It is clear that whoever these people are they have the police on their side also. I donât know where I am at this point, but I know I am somewhere very close to where they have stopped.
They talk to eachother momentarily, and then one by one, the grunt into a communication device on their wrist, get back into their car, and drive off searching for me further. The dream then zooms in on me, somewhere in the distance in the wet woods right next to where they had stopped, huddled up in fetal position in the complete darkness. A slow song starts playing on a guitar, and a man in falsetto starts singing âI cant stand this lonelinessâ, and credits roll. At the very start of the credits is the title of the movie: Street in [my city] somewhere in June.
What is so disturbing about this dream, besides everything I have stated yet, is how vivid it was, and that there was a sense of continuity, and callbacks. It really felt like a movie, with motion in the plot, and references to event earlier. Normally long dreams are actually a few smaller dreams that melt together, but the theme and events of this one were referenced throughout. Like how multiple people, at multiple parts of the dream stated everyone was chanting the same thing. And there was more also that I am not remembering as well.
And meth? I have never been around that in my life, but I knew exactly what it was the people were doing. For some reason having credits like it was an actual movie is fucking with me too. It was so realistic when I woke up I searched the name on youtube, but luckily didnât find anything.
This is not proof-read. It is way too long for me to do that. I really didnât want to even write about this it was so disturbing. I wanted to just forget about it but that didnât seem to be possible, so I thought writing it down would help me process it and move on from it.
Fun-fact, the m word to refer to being killed is not allowed on this forum. Who knew.
