I knew there were monsters.
Had I seen a monster? No. Heard a monster? Also no. It was just a sensation. I could feel it in my little toe.
My sister and I looked at each other. Apparently monster-identifying-toe-genes run in the family. To flee at this point in time would have been dangerous, since we didn’t know where these monsters were residing, so instead we opted to hide for the time being.
I turned the handle of the nearest hospital room and we both hurriedly entered. Unfortunately, we weren’t alone in the room we chose to enter, there were three other people already inside. BUT HEY, it wasn’t the monsters so who was I to complain?
Or at least that’s what I thought, before one of them started screaming. I considered for a second to rush out and try to find another room, but it was too late. I looked outside the window of the room. It was medium-sized and rectangular, and just perfectly at my height. Outside I saw a girl, because humanity is the true monster. Okay, no I’m kidding. I saw a girl, her eyes were glazed over, and her movement resembled that of a zombie. It was slow and her limbs were moving in ways that were unhuman-like. There was no doubt. She had been turned.
I shut the window at lightning speed and my sister rushed to lock the door. Would that do much in the face of monsters? Probably not, but one can always hope.
However, the man was still screaming.
Wait…the man? It’s time to pull out the handy-dandy name generator. The man screaming was Charles. Beside him was a woman named Fatima and a man named Gabriel who were both trying to calm him down.
My sister and I joined them in these efforts, desperately telling him he needed to shut up or we were going to die. BUT DID HE LISTEN? No. It was settled, if the monsters came in I was throwing him towards them. Even if we were all going to die, I needed to see him go down first. My spirit would be unable to rest peacefully if there was a chance he was still alive.
Cue the timeskip my dreams love to incorporate…
The door was wide open. And standing in front of me was ME?! o_o Except it also wasn’t me (don’t think too much about it). In order for this to not get confusing, we’ll call the other me, Nari. Nari had been turned.
NOW I’m not trying to die a terrible gruesome death, so I ask Nari if she can just turn me. TIME FOR SOME LORE EXPLANATION: You can get turned, in which case you still have a level of consciousness, you’re just more powerful. The other option is that the turned people turn you into a monster, in which case you don’t have any level of consciousness and you just go around killing people.
I told my sister she should run and try to survive, and instantly she ran off. I guess she knew there was no way I was going to actually try to make it much longer. Nari told me she would turn me if I killed Charles, Fatima, and Gabriel.
NOW DON’T YOU CALL JETER ON ME…I did kill them. In my defense, I was feeling a little silly. AND wouldn’t it be cool to have an evil twin except you’re both evil? So I stabbed all three of them and they died.
Never would I have guessed, though, that Nari was sillier than me. After I had killed all those people, I looked at her, waiting for her to turn me, and she just laughed in my face.
She informed me that she would in fact NOT be turning me and she was just going to kill me. (Reader, is this considered suicide, since it’s me trying to kill me?) I BOLTED. There’s no way I was going to kill myself without my consent.
Somehow I managed to live, and once again my dream has another abrupt jump.
So I leave you with this disrupting image. I am in a room, and beside me is a restroom. Within the restroom sink there is a cockroach (AHHHHH I hate typing that word out. What if I’m summoning it o_o). The cockroach is trying to run out of the sink but the water is on. The cockroach is not running on its six legs, but instead only on its back two, like a human. IT’S ALSO TALKING, and pleading for mercy.
However, the person that placed it there did not care. Leaving the cockroach to succumb to the waves of the water, falling down into the black abyss of the sink drain.
Perhaps one day, the talking cockroach and Nari will come to seek vengeance.
