Perhaps it was the garlic, maybe asiago? Could have been the prosciutto. Either way I had an epic nightmare filled sleep disorder night again, complete with murder, mayhem, and sweaty sudden awakenings! This dream had the plot twists of Hitchcock and the brutality of the Saw series, I will do my best to replicate from foggy memories what transpired in my spicy fueled dream torture.
The beginning scene is unclear but it was obvious to me that I was involved with some secret society that hand been handpicked to accomplish a certain task or quest. The environments seemed more modern than I was used to in this decade, perhaps 2030 or beyond, electronics everywhere, blue LEDs constantly. I was heavily involved in a team or group that seemed to meet frequently in regards to a "dark brotherhood" who were a murderous regime of unseen demons or maybe shadow people. I know this sounds crazy, but this knowledge and acceptance of this secret layer of people didn't seem peculiar to me at all, it just seemed evil and all around. This must be the same way a classic paranoid/schizophrenic personality must feel, constantly haunted by unseen evil. In a classic RPG stance we were determined to recruit a team and take on this dark layer of society invisible to the normals.
People were missing, being abducted and brutally killed all over town. The headless and sometimes gored skulls were being discovered daily. This evil force was consuming humanity slowly, but with slaughterhouse machine-like rendering. Rarely groups would be found dead, after missing for a few days, the testament of the brutality would be left in a steaming heap for the world to see early in the morning. This daily stress could be felt in everything you did, as every action would make you second guess your own safety and mortality, we were all living our lives in a long walk to the precipice of doom. It was a melancholy existence with every breathe of air consuming your senses with death.
This group I encountered and subsequently began to train with were all about the big journey. Yes constant days of meetings and training physical fitness drills, mental cleansing, we were preparing just like the marines of Quake. Futuristic paladins ready to take the fight right to the doorstep of the shadow. A leader emerged in our group a monster of a man with a deformed face, that showed the battle scars he proudly wore on every inch of his body. His face was held together with an iron mask of some medieval persuasion, it was a rough cut, a field fix. He had all the answers, and was certainly in charge. Throughout the training, even though this was a modern world, the fight would be handled with blunt force weapons. A strange feeling indeed was to be had swinging a mace around, or even a heavy broadsword, knowing full well these enemy forces were somehow cloaking in the shadows. How could we bring doom to these unseen shadows with iron and steel?
I awoke suddenly and realized that I had overslept, all my crew were gone. I had to hurry so I grabbed my kit and headed for the staging point. There was a flurry of activity and stress going on. I had missed a debriefing and was kind of confused. I felt like a kid who couldn't find his school bus when the number changed. I looked over a bit and finally found a familiar face, then my entire team, I was quickly given some new red armor, somewhat Halo looking with a touch of Boba Fett. Everyone was hurriedly handing me things, devices, contact lenses! Yes very large and uncomfortable looking contact lenses that could cover the entire eye. There was also an auxiliary piece of armor with bands of coiled steel cables that just went around your neck, I assumed it prevented decapitation. What had I got myself into ocular armor? I felt a sense of dread start to creep up into me, that fear that all soldiers must work hard to swallow, as the vehicles began powering up I tried my best to muster some vitality.
The seats were unusual in these large vehicles, they had been designed with sleeves and clasps, it was almost like sitting in a giant straight jacket. Your hands would be bound and you would have no lateral movement at all, you would be strapped down tight and unable to move. The claustrophobic seating in this transport started making me nervous. We were packed tight and the doors shut with a hot slam. No one spoke, I had barely managed to get my contacts in straight, and the cloudy view my tears allowed was awful, I was convinced however that this nano technology would benefit us in seeing our targets once engaged. So this was the secret technology that would allows us to see the shadows, and bring them some doom of their own. I felt my straps tighten, we were being buckled in by a cabin assistant. A spry young girl with flashy armor and dark lifeless eyes. She came back up the row and dispensed to each of us a foul tasting shot of something that was a mix of red bull and kerosene in flavor. It burned on its path down, and I instantly felt myself slipping away, this must be a travel method surely.
I stirred as the sounds of screams and bludgeoning was taking place. I couldn't turn my head. We weren't on the battlefield yet, were we?! The heavy breathing and sounds of death filled the cabin, what was happening?! The air got heavy with the sickening iron smell of blood. I couldn't breathe in, the agony of those around me was overtaking me, my fight or flight response was in full tilt, my adrenaline was surging, my vision was getting cloudy from the stress. I shifted with unnatural strength just in time to see a now transformed party leader jump the row of seats behind me and perch directly behind me. I was still paralyzed from the drug and restraints but could see the dark figure. I could feel the hot breathe and excitement. What was killing the crew. Shadows.
I was ultimately trapped, my hope drained. Despair filled my thoughts I somehow had enough time to realize my doom and think about all I was to leave behind. Just as I was aware of my own peril, I felt the first blow strike me right in the back of the head, the hook of the heavy metal mace dug into my brain. At this point I wanted it to be over fast, I accepted my doom. I couldn't feel anything, I was afraid of the pain and suffering but the fear was more based on anticipation than actual reality. Another blow came down, and then another. I was slipping away, I was numb without pain, i could however feel that hot blood streaming down my neck, the sensation was sickening. I took a last gaze or two as I was finalizing my last few thoughts. I came up with a theory of sorts, perhaps these team leaders of this revolution were actually infiltrated shadows, and this was a great way to get the few proud remaining humans who would fight isolated and eradicated. I was angry at how easily I had been duped. I was a fool a pawn in their murderous game to extinguish mankind. The world went black and silent...
I woke up at 04:33 and was sweat covered as usual and confused... Heh another epic dream sequence played out, I feel exhausted today, my muscles are all sore. Take what you want from this murderous dream, I know Easter is a rather inappropriate time for such horror, but I cant help my crazy dreams. This was more of a dream journal entry so please accept my apology, I usually just dream about boobs and water slides but I get a rare horror-fest like this occasionally and like to share. Happy Easter and stay away from the shadows!
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