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matthias_wave) wrote2009-09-22 08:17 am
matthias_wave) wrote2009-09-22 08:17 am
Nightmare
I had a nightmare last night. Well, more accurately, this morning - I had an impression of being rushed, like it all happened just before I woke up. If it's exam stress, it's the first time such has ever given me nightmares, and it's a lot more bizarre than my nightmares usually are.
It started with me wandering around a large city somewhere in eastern Asia under some sort of totalitarian regime - I heard someone mention "personality police" in passing; of course I understood them. There was some sort of religious ceremony taking place to keep something contained in a research facility, and I settled down to watch that facility with someone whose appearance I can't recall. All I know is that they were male, and apparently fairly young - no older than I am.
Then the dream jumped to a point after we'd been waiting for a while, and I could hear what I think were the transmissions on the guards' walkie-talkies, something about a "containment failure." That got a sardonic laugh from me, because I knew they were in for it - what they were trying to contain was Suzumiya Haruhi. Sure enough, she broke out - I didn't see what happened to the people at the facility, but she'd grown taller than the building we were sitting on the roof of, and leaned down to inspect my companion.
Then she was a normal size again, and in a darkened lab, mixing something in a flask. At this point I started jumping forward through time again, seeing the same scene over and over, as it deteriorated. I heard her voice over the scene, saying a perfectly coherent plan about "all I have to do to get out". But over the repetitions, which came in shorter and shorter flashes, the flask bubbled over, the voice broke down into insane babbling, and she dissolved into a skeleton. A perfectly clean skeleton, in fact - it wouldn't have been at all horrifying if I hadn't just seen its owner's flesh burn away. It was about at this point that I woke up. I had an impression that whatever was in that flask was causing it - driving her insane and making her hallucinate as it dissolved her flesh away. Acid, in both senses of the word (that particular impression and turn of phrase, oddly, only occurred to me after I woke up).
I somehow managed to get back to sleep, and didn't get any definite images this time, but there was a soothing impression, that she was all right and had escaped with no problems. I was still scared out of my mind when I woke up again, though - enough to nearly have a heart attack when a toilet flushed suddenly as I passed by the bathroom on the way to breakfast and think I could hear every alarm clock on the floor going off all at once. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream until I wrote it down, so maybe I'll be able to relax now.
It started with me wandering around a large city somewhere in eastern Asia under some sort of totalitarian regime - I heard someone mention "personality police" in passing; of course I understood them. There was some sort of religious ceremony taking place to keep something contained in a research facility, and I settled down to watch that facility with someone whose appearance I can't recall. All I know is that they were male, and apparently fairly young - no older than I am.
Then the dream jumped to a point after we'd been waiting for a while, and I could hear what I think were the transmissions on the guards' walkie-talkies, something about a "containment failure." That got a sardonic laugh from me, because I knew they were in for it - what they were trying to contain was Suzumiya Haruhi. Sure enough, she broke out - I didn't see what happened to the people at the facility, but she'd grown taller than the building we were sitting on the roof of, and leaned down to inspect my companion.
Then she was a normal size again, and in a darkened lab, mixing something in a flask. At this point I started jumping forward through time again, seeing the same scene over and over, as it deteriorated. I heard her voice over the scene, saying a perfectly coherent plan about "all I have to do to get out". But over the repetitions, which came in shorter and shorter flashes, the flask bubbled over, the voice broke down into insane babbling, and she dissolved into a skeleton. A perfectly clean skeleton, in fact - it wouldn't have been at all horrifying if I hadn't just seen its owner's flesh burn away. It was about at this point that I woke up. I had an impression that whatever was in that flask was causing it - driving her insane and making her hallucinate as it dissolved her flesh away. Acid, in both senses of the word (that particular impression and turn of phrase, oddly, only occurred to me after I woke up).
I somehow managed to get back to sleep, and didn't get any definite images this time, but there was a soothing impression, that she was all right and had escaped with no problems. I was still scared out of my mind when I woke up again, though - enough to nearly have a heart attack when a toilet flushed suddenly as I passed by the bathroom on the way to breakfast and think I could hear every alarm clock on the floor going off all at once. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream until I wrote it down, so maybe I'll be able to relax now.
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... Or maybe it was just a plot bunny that escaped and evolved into a really weird form and started wrecking havoc in your brain?
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I'm not sure I could turn that dream into a fic anyway. I can't write horror.