dreams

Dream 20, June 3rd, 2021

So, I already woke up from my alarm but like the cretin I am, I dozed right back the hell off. 50 minutes, just enough time for one measly dream except this one wasn't measly and is considered one of the worst out of the others so far. It was like the jungle dream with the weird white orb where I felt sick the whole time- I'm not sure why I was sick in this dream, maybe my real-self tired seeped into this one or stuff happened before of which I don't remember. shrugs, all I know is that it was the WORST. I remember walking next to the leader with binds on my hands through this abandoned old festival. Not MY leader but a bad one, the leader of a bad gang- possibly an enemy gang, who knows. The gang was pretty rowdy as they celebrated capturing me. They looked like "human pirates", quotations because they certainly didn't act like humans with the sounds and movements they made. I would feel honored knowing I was that much of a hassle to get but my stomach felt awful and everything seemed a good 10% brighter than it should, which hurt my eyes and head. The Leader was in a good mood as well and liked to demonstrate his tiny show of power by giving me rough shoves to make me walk faster. He said some words (can't remember) and the next thing I remember (timeskip in dream??)I'm in a room of some sort, which looks like a cleared out ticket area. I was looking at a log, a log of my own deaths. The log had Difficulty Level marked on there, Explanation, Duration, and Location of death. I apparently died four times already according to the log, lots dealt with fire and one was a lightning strike. I put it away and sniffled from a runny nose, looking back at the Leader who was in the room with me who had a smirk on his face. I wish I could remember what the hell these guys said in this dream but I don't, it's pretty much a blur of words. I just know that I was trying to stay the hell away from this guy out of fear of getting harmed more- odd since dream-me is not that type of person, must be the sickness weighing her down. The Leader charged at me with a pirate sword with an open smile on his face, I barely dodged in time and ran to the other side of the room. I pulled out my own sword and I heard "Tsk tsk tsk!" as the Leader ran at me again. He quickly disarmed me with his own sword because my own was too damn heavy it felt like. Laughing from his victory, he picked up my own sword from the ground and BROKE IT IN HALF using his knee. This was like watching someone kill my pet in front of me, devastating. In shock, he used this to his advantage and slashed his blade across his throat, killing me. The Leader, he WAITED for me to respawn, WAITED. Folks in my dreams do not know I can do this so Mr.Bad Gang Leader knowing this told me he wasn't normal. Or my brain is being bad- anyways, the first time someone knew I lived after death in a dream, that I REMEMBER however. Respawning next to him, keeping on the bloody attire of my death, the Leader dragged me back outside to a pavilion area with bench tables and the like; the gang was partying and messing with the old attractions around them. I swear I saw one that looked like a cyclops but he swiftly changed the one eye into two. The gang, noticing their leader was back with the "hostage" cheered obnoxiously and spurred out insults towards how defenseless I was. I could care less, I just wanted to go to sleep with a heated blanket because now I was super cold- fever- and my energy is waning. I went ahead a bit to go sit down at an empty table but the cheering grew louder and more aggressive and two of the gang peeps came over and hands under my arms, dragged me over to this nearby fence. The Leader followed of course as he bantered on with his gang as the two peeps ripped a hole in the fence to get to the other side. Dragging me to the other side, I felt some sort of heavy pressure on my head as they set me up standing a little ways off. I'm paralyzed now except for my arms- except they might as well weigh 50 pounds. A line forms in the hole at the fence and the first person in line comes up to me, he is being cheered on and he pulls out a knife. He puts the knife sharp edge first in my mouth over to the farside and goes to the back of the line earning his gang's kudos. The second one does the same, puts the knife right next to the past one. Chubby bunny is the game they're playing now but with knives it seems. Mind you, these aren't gentle placements either, I can already feel a small bit of blood pilling up in my mouth- ugh hate that. The third guy comes up and before he can put the third knife in, I grab the knife and with a sense of defeat, put the knife in my mouth gently next to the other. I know I can't fight back and I may as well try to make this less painful; I didn't want to die again. The gang goes wild at this self-inflicting knife game I started to play with them and it gets faster. Now, either I don't remember or the dream did timeskips; I remember a small part of the middle of this game where I'm about as rowdy as the gang, shoving more knives into my mouth with less caution with a smile as I start to choke on blood- severe blood loss it seems. The next I remember is me being in third person mode, I died it looks like. The gang was back in the pavilion doing their normal celebration, none took their knives back. My dead body had at least more than fifthteen knives in the mouth (thin ones btw, not thick ones, those are daggers), a sword pierced in the mid torso, and three more swords stabbed in my back. The blood pool was thick underneath my body and my eyes were only half open in death. I've seen worse in dreams but this fits the cake in my top ten. I respawned on the other side of the fence where the line used to be, next to the Leader whose foot was tapping up and down with impatience. I quickly took a few steps away and puked violently for a few seconds, wiping off my mouth the Leader grabbed my shoulder and roughly shoved me towards the direction of the pavilion. The fever worsened as the world became loopy. I was forced to sit at a somewhat populated table and the Leader took his seat next to me. I was about to lay my head down before a slamming of a fist on the table got my attention, I stared at the Leader making eye contact and the cheering sounds started to literally fade as his "normal human eyes" glowed a sickly green, the tip of his blade resting on my lower torso as a warning. I felt the heavy weight of fear in my chest and I could not look away as he started to ask questions- interrogation, everything going blurry and gibbery from there on out. Next I remember, feeling worse than before, I'm in a bed in a white room with two ceiling fans in it. A thick, white comforter lays on me and I think about the bad dream. I crawl out from my blanket fortress to ?share my dream with somebody? and almost fall over when I stand up, feeling a limit of movement especially from my torso. I looked down to see bandages all over, most of them are clean it seems. The bad dream was real which fills me with dread hoping they're still not around. Sloppily leaving the room and making my way down the blank hallway, I almost puke again as my vision gets dark around the edges. I stop and lean on the wall to rest for a small bit until the darkening goes away. Stumbling, I made it to a half open door on the left side of the hall, hearing activity in there; I cautiously peek inside to see the familiar cane man himself examining a shard of some sort at his dark wooden desk (i think). I accidentally cough and his head shoots up to look at me with that wicked smile. I backed up a little in fear and started coughing again, making me recoil a bit from the strength of the coughs, noticing how sore my throat is at that moment. Wiping away watery eyes, I see the wicked man make his way with the shiny crystal cane around his desk towards me. I felt myself lose further control as he got closer and found myself stumbling to him, bumping into him almost. I heard two cane taps and felt my body give up as I fell, everything turning to black. The dream ends.