Dream Journal
I was a teenager searching for something, as though I was in a video game. While passing through a dungeon, a teen boy stole thing thing from me.
My older uncle was with me, but he got tired and had to stay behind and rest. I didn’t want to leave him behind, but he insisted. He gave me a very bright flare to shoot if I got into trouble; he would see the flare and come help me.
There was a little dark-skinned boy with me, and he had a puppy. We got onto a train, and I saw a dark-skinned man with a golden lab on the train. I had replaced the man and dog with the boy and puppy, and the man was not happy about it. He glared at us as we found an empty seat.
The train started out slow and I could feel hatred from every other person on board. I had thought they were neutral, but they were actually evil. I looked out the window and saw a dead body lying on the ground next to the track. I asked about it, but no one else had seen it.
I saw another dead body, and then another. There were a lot of dead bodies beside the train, and I and the boy decided to get off the train before something terrible happened to us.
We got off the train right next to a large car accident. Two men climbed out of the wreckage very bloody, talking about how best to kill me. The train tracks went in a complete circle around many car accidents and dead bodies.
I knew the boy and I wouldn’t make it away alive, so I shot the flare into the sky. The flare went high into the atmosphere, but it wasn’t as big as I expected. I was sure my uncle wouldn’t be able to see it at all, so the boy and I managed to escape on our own.
My uncle and another child caught up with us and ran with us to a house. We wanted shelter and help, only we found out that it was the home of the boy who stole the object from me. My uncle turned to the child with him and told her this was good because he could get the object back.
The look in my uncle’s eyes made me not want the object, but to get away from everyone. It had changed him, and he was obsessed with it. But standing on the porch, I could see Christmas dinner was starting inside, with my family and their family sitting at the same table, and I wanted to rescue my parents.
The boy let us in, and I could tell something was wrong. The teens all took the wine away from the adults in my family, and they all passed out. The teens proceeded to do terrible things to their bodies: stripped them naked, took photos, poked and prodded.
I was then in a shower stall naked. I wrapped myself in a towel as I stepped out, and one five year old kept demanding to see my breasts while he held a knife at me. In the living room, someone else had my mother naked to her waist as she was passed out on the couch. The kid wouldn’t let me cover her up.
I backed away from the living room and couldn’t find a way out of the house. I didn’t care about the object any more, I just wanted to leave.