go home

this mall again. I don't recognize it but it feels so familiar, it's funny how in dreams everything feels different and usual at the same time.

I picked through the window to see the sun setting, the end of the day, my cue to run home. It was an instinct, in my conscious and unconscious self I knew I shouldn't go home at night because it's dangerous. so I made my way. In the oddest way possible I realized my clothes were so different than what I use, looking back I know now that it was a set of clothes I tried on the night of the dream, a blue crop top, and baggy pants.

I ran through the halls and stores, and for a minute I stopped to go to the bathroom to try and cover myself more since all I could hear were incredibly loud disgusting comments about my body. "you're a whore" "You're showing too much" "you need to cover up".

in this dream in particular I could hear my voice so clearly responding and cussing to people. but not in the bathroom. there i was quiet as a mouse the moment I saw a grown man enter with his daughter, while she wasn't in my site i just made my best attempt to unfold the shirt so it wouldn't be a crop top anymore. For my unfortunate self, there were no doors, nothing to cover my actions, so every now and then I looked at the man to make sure he wasn't looking at me. this action made him so deeply mad he yelled at me "What? Do you think I'm gonna rape you? That you're worth that?"

after that I just ran, not being able to fix my shirt, I just ran in panic, hearing more and more awful comments till I got out and the cold of the night met my face, and I saw my friends among other people I didn't know. they gave me a jacket and company while I needed it until I realized it was pitch dark out there, there was no way I could make it home. That was when my friend Hummah appeared, I had my reasons to be mad in the dream, but I brushed it off and with her and my other best friend Mary, we tried to go home since we live in the same town.

it was a long cold walk, at some point to avoid strangers and places we shouldn't be in, we eventually ended up crawling around the bushes of the front yard of a house, I saw there were stickers on the ground, and I thought mary would love them so I took some and gave it to her, but she was just preoccupied I was taking something from a yard so I left them there laying on the soil once again to keep walking and get further until we realized we ended up in the back door of a shop and that the front door would leave us in the main street we needed to be in. As curious as I am I saw some things and took note of the prices for later, that's when the boss entered because of the noise we made, and even if tell you he was furious that would be an understatement. He rambled about how we were just thiefts and we needed to be punished for our actions, while I got more than furious to be accused of something we didn't do, I knew he just wanted us to stay, he knew we didn't take anything, so I screamed at the cameras, cursing and aggressively telling whoever that would see that recording that we were there against our will.

the more we fought the more he was interested, so he decided that if we could face something he couldn't even face we could go. unwillingly we went to the basement with him, knowing that something horrid was about to happen, but we could have never imagined the kind of things that were about to happen in this odd man's basement. He made a circle of black salt, all of us being practicians of witchcraft had an idea of what could happen, a spell? a ritual? a sacrifice...?

he layed on the ground in a circle form the weirdest tarot cards I've seen so far, they were broken, pieces were missing and we had to make the whole picture make sense because he couldn't do it all by himself. So we started our task, hoping this might be over soon and we might have a chance to run while he was distracted with whatever was about to happen. the more pieces we found of the images the more we got chills down our spines, as for me I was deeply scared, I had to complete the picture of a man who wasn't a man anymore, as our captor kept saying that the true form of thing were going to be released this very night and that all the power he was craving will be his once again. But there was something different in his voice now, at first it felt like he needed help to get rid of something, to finish something he couldn't on his own, but now, now his voice was harsh and raspy, not asking anymore just stating this delusion of an explanation of what I could see.

When the picture was dearly done, his hand took the last piece before any of us could and said calmly "is coming soon". I want to say I had no idea what he meant, gods I would love to say it, but at that moment I knew he was bringing back a creature not to ever be named.

He took me by the arm and sat me closer to him while my friends were completely freaking out. i sat there waiting, and at the very last moment, I could see that angry man I saw at the beginning, lost and desperate, not hungry for power but longing to be set free at any cost. He looked at me, not with pity or fear but sadness as he said "I'm sorry". and as those words left his mouth the head that was meeting mine started to scream in pain while something seemed like it was growing and eating it from the inside, his grip grew stronger and I could only scream when I saw the same creature in the picture of the cards. a lean and tall being without eyes, black shiny skin, almost like a beetle's armor texture, many sharp arms coming from his back and a mouth so big you were able to see every single sharp teeth, that were about to consume more than just your soul, I hear my friends scream with me while the arachnid looking arms stabbed all my body to keep me in place as the wide mouth got rapidly closer to me, I closed my eyes and waited for more pain. But I was only granted with opening my eyes out of this horrid dream.