So I had a ****** up dream last night, and its still messing with me a little bit now, 14 hours after I woke up. I swear by Odin's luscious beard that I made none of this **** up after waking from the Dream. This is all I could remember while I blearily typed it out to my friend via Skype.
I was hunting a Werewolf type thing with my partner. She is an X-Files, Scully-ish, kind of person.
I start using stim-pack like thing in order to stay up longer and to repress my fear to hunt it
As I am going after this werewolf when I run into this dude in the forest. He is really off, and I cant tell why, he is just freaking me out. He starts telling me that there is something deeper about the werewolf that nobody really understands. It is controlled by a small bug-like parasite that can cause extreme paranoia, fear, and hallucinations. This is a dream, so I dont really question how he learned this ****, and I tell him Ill be sure to make a confirmed kill of this little bug thing. As I continue hunting this Werewolf-parasite thing, all of the stim-packs are starting to add up, and are really affecting me in detrimental ways. Im paranoid, and have auditory hallucinations. Im starting to bug out, but I am determined to kill this thing. I eventally pin it down, and kill it... but lose track of the bug, which has climbed out of the back of its neck. Its pretty small, say the size of a ladybug. I have no idea where it went, but I dont think Ill ever find it in the forest, so I head home. (Of course, nobody is genre-savvy in dreams, so deal with it.)
This is where it starts to get weird
I live in something that's a cross between an industrial store and a thrift shop. All of this old, but useful, junk. Its my business apparently, but I don't remember dreaming about selling anything. Well, I stop using the stim-packs, but the symptoms are staying consistent. Then it starts to ramp up a little. Ill look in the mirror, and my face will already be staring at me. Then, I start having "Dreams in Dreams." I believe that I am in Jurassic park and ****, getting hunted by Raptors... but will "come to" in a totally different area in the original "Werewolf dream", like it was all a hallucination. After getting mauled by a clown in an abandoned Arcade, Scully finds me in a dumpster, saying Ive been gone for days. She accuses me of doing heavy drugs, and I dont have the wherewithall to defend myself, still reeling from the shock of coming out of a hallucination. Then, bloody mary does the whole "flicker into existance behind her" thing(A la Supernatural), screaming loud enough to deafen me, but Scully doesn't seem to hear anything. At this point, I cant tell if I am in a dream or not, and am losing my sense of reality. I cant tell what is a hallucination and what isn't. I'm starting to freak the **** out.
My memory of the dream gets a little hazy from here on out, lots of events smashing together into a blur. I remember snippets. I remember figuring out that the little bug asshole is inside of me, and doing things to me. I remember screaming into a smirking mirror after the bug made me disfigure myself with a pot of boiling water. And then I remember concentrating all of my fear and hate into one mental attack to kill it. At this point in the dream, I think I'm safe, but then a person in a painting on the wall turns to look at me, and smiles. It starts to laugh, and my world seems to distort like Im looking through the surface of a pool. I scream.
I woke up after that, and it honestly took about 5 minutes before I was convinced I wasn't in the dream anymore
I have not made any of this **** up. No Aunts and Uncles in BelAir, no walking Dinosaurs, no Loch Ness Monsters. Just what happened to me last night. Its been ******* with me all day, and it doesnt help that the friend whom I sent the message to keeps telling me "WAKE UP" ... the asshole.