My actual dreams from last night. I decided to write them down so I could remember it.

This one was intense.

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The walls burst and I fell into a wall, gross yellow light lighting the dusty room. Blood had splattered all over the walls, and the skinhead thugs still trudged on toward me. I fearfully ran out of the attic room, sprinting down the hilly halls. I ran past holes blasted in the cliff-side mansion, and caught glimpses of the ocean bashing on the rocks outside.

I don’t remember much after that. A room filled with water, some terrible beast. How I managed to make it past that is beyond me. The mansion’s like a gauntlet, or one of those Zelda temples with all the different rooms. I eventually came to a huge room with a steepled roof, illuminated with a warm light. Sarah, of all people, sat in the corner with her guitar, with a friend kneeling down to comfort her. I tried to approach, but she waved me away, almost angrily. My memory is blurry again. She got up and went to the other side of the room, where it fell into darkness and converged into a tunnel. I think there were faint noises. She said something that I couldn’t catch, and strode back the way I had come, where suddenly a massive army waited; composed of supernatural beings with colored skin.

Huge regiments marched forward at Sarah’s command, disappearing into the blackness of the new tunnel. The armies seemed endless. I think I had seen them before.. They had fought with me in the yellow room. Eventually she stopped the army after a huge chunk had left. The next thing I knew, I was amidst them in the hallway, a step down from Sarah. A beautiful ornate staff, bow, and ball lay on the top of the step. The redskinned orcs around me started to march again, up the step and to the dark tunnel. Sarah and I weren’t moved, or even jostled though. I grabbed the staff and ball at her command, after she had taken the bow.

“You’re missing a piece!” I asked something along those lines, holding the carved sphere up. I received an answer from a passing orc, who jammed the sphere into the grooves of the head of the staff. It fit perfectly. I watched as Sarah disappeared against the flow of orcs before following suit. My memory failed again. The next thing I knew, I was stopped in front of a dim, dusty room, undoubtedly with some other creatures inside. I ran into the narrower one, where two bison stomped and managed to turn it around to face the wall before slapping its hindquarters, making charge and break a hole in the wall. The other bison followed after it as I left, making an escape. I ran again and clambered up nearly destroyed stairs back to the yellow room. The skinheads had all but been slaughtered, lying around in mostly dead heaps. I looked to the one I remembered trying to kill me personally, finding him underneath another half alive skinhead. Somehow with a knife in my hand, and went to the top one and stuck him through, ending his moaning. Kicking him off, I then stepped on the remaining one’s chest. He cackled weakly.

Fear gripped my mind. Fear that he would grab my ankles and some how drag me under. I bashed his head with my scepter. Multiple times, I believe. It still didn’t kill him. Frightened, I plunged my knife into his neck, skittering away as he cackled again, blood gurgling in his throat. He wouldn’t die… Still, I left him for dead anyway, running out of the yellow room. There was no way he could chase anyone anyway. His ribs were broken and he was bleeding copiously.

My memory failed again. I faintly remembered a triumph, and blue skies, with a declaration of victory. We had somehow won.

I woke up, groaning inside as I desperately tried to hold onto the shreds of the dream. There was more, I could feel it. It wasn’t any good this time. Still, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, falling into a different dream.

I was a man now. Handsome, dark haired, bearded. I reminded me of Robert Downy Jr. I thought my house was in ruin. As I looked around my nice, mostly neat house, I remembered something that seemed to have happened in an alternate life place. Tons of fish and blood in my house, and I was a crazed maniac. It almost seemed connected to my previous dream. But it’s fuzzy…

I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, and looked in the closet. Thick black wiring ran across the carpeted floor. I stepped in and looked both ways in it. The left opened up to a different, well lit room. Interesting. Again, I felt as if massive carnage had been here moments before. After going through my huge, three-story house, I ended up outside, looking out into the wealthy, tree filled neighborhood. A black car drove by, two dogs barking furiously from inside it. I watched as one managed to open the trunk door thing and jump out onto the road. As I ran to catch it, I felt the eyes of my wife on me, and I suddenly wanted her to see that I was a good person. I don’t remember how this came to be… No doubt it was connected to the previous ruin of the house. I had decided by now that I seemed to have been given a second chance, as my first one I screwed up horribly. Catching the large dog, I waved the driver down, helping him get it back into the car. Satisfied, I returned home, going inside. Before I could, the other dog suddenly seemed to appear, bolting excitedly into the house before I could set foot inside. Caught up in the excitement, I ushered the dog into the back yard, watching as it tore around. It bolted back inside and then proceeded to tear around the house, with me chasing futilely behind.

Getting it back into the back yard again somehow, I went into the kitchen, and saw a card and what looked like a gun sitting on the table. My wife, standing at the counter, said nothing. My eyes narrowed and I looked down at the card warily, brushing it slightly with my finger. I sensed that the card wasn’t good for me. Intended to cause ill. But I did grab the strange gun, going to find the dog. It had suddenly gotten onto my nerves, and I was steeled enough to want to kill it. Slipping into the back yard, I tried to coax the dog to me, finally managing after several tries. Up against the fence, nearly, I held the dog still, but it seemed to sense something was wrong. It struggled so much that I let it go, and then chased it around the house again. Once back outside, I managed to gain its trust, and held it still by the fence again, then cocking the gun and putting it against the dog’s head. I pulled the trigger, and only a muffled click sounded. What? I scowled and cocked again, my next pull resulting in the same way. What a faulty gun! My irritation stopped as I noticed something bright red seem to spread around the dog’s neck. Its eyes had already rolled back in its head. My stomach dropped. This was some kind of virus, I knew. My mind flashed to I Am Legend. The virus was akin to that.

I looked at the gun and saw a bright red needle in the barrel, slathered in the virus. I dropped the gun hurriedly and ran back to the porch, where my wife sat in a rocking chair. As the dog started to rub up against her, I screamed, “No, don’t touch it!”

She looked up at me with rolled eyes, red spots climbing up her leg and swarming around her. “Why not? The dog is our friend.. Our family.” The virus, making her sound very drone-like, had choked her normal sweet voice. Horrified, I ran inside to the card and peeled back the front cover, a little unsurprised to see a pile of red virus just underneath. I closed it quickly, not wanting to get any on me. Yet some managed to get onto the tip of my finger. I rapidly wiped it off, running outside. The idyllic neighborhood before had already been desecrated. The sky was dark and smoky, with a sickly yellow light filtering through the clouds. The street was completely empty, and all the greenery had turned brown, withered and dead.

“Oh no..” I uttered, a sense of doom overcoming me.