You know those Goosebumps episodes from long ago? Have you seen one based on the Tower of Terror book? I had a dream like that, but I had no idea I did until SmileyMan posted that. I hadn't remembered it at all. That I think is the only nightmare I've ever had in my life. Everything else might be considered scary if I was conscious enough to be afraid.
I remember many of my dreams, and they are in color, as I vividly recall seeing a crowd of people wearing blue shirts walking by, and I told myself, 'Remember this, because you're dreaming, and you will want to remember it.'
If you care to read it, I wrote an essay about one dream I had, it was an odd one, like so many others.
8:00 PM, I was running late for an important meeting of the Board of Cryptoatomicphysics [a totally made up word]. Dashing through the halls, I made my way across an inter-building bridge to the office room on the 30th floor. One of the odd design characteristics of my company was the tendency to put large holes in the floor. Stories were designed like spider webs instead of large solid squares.
As I took my place at the large table at the room, a group of special department anti-contaminants were discussing the leak we had several days ago. This had happened a few times before, an experiment escaped, usually through some kind of tunnel or shaft. The public couldn’t know about it, we’d get sued left and right. As all this was happening, I was oblivious to the events taking place downstairs. 8:16, man I hated these leaks, we spent so much time and effort to find them, only to fail, every time.
There was a loud noise outside, everyone fell silent and looked at the double doors. They burst open at the head of an axe and the point of a gun. Several black clad men ran in, shouting and pointing various weapons at people. In a situation like this the only option was to comply. As a man stood at the table in front of me and I held my arms up, there was a buzz resembling muffled conversation, and I slowly blacked out…
I woke up instantly, to the sharp, acrid smell of blood. I looked around, several (probably) human beings hung from their ankles, dead, skinned, without skulls. My heart beat faster, but I didn’t move in case whoever did that was still around. They were.
They were at least 7 feet tall each, had greenish-brown skin, and metal masks. They all were wearing what looked like armor. Their shape was humanoid, but only just, they definitely weren’t human. Having worked here for many years, I found that oddly acceptable. What was not acceptable was staying here any longer. I felt like I needed to resist, so I did. There were four from what I could see. I ran towards the closest and kicked it in the thigh; it stumbled backwards and fell 300 feet off the ledge. All of them were able to be eliminated in this manner. I left, taking one of their spears off the ground. It was only later that I realized that I was able to knock back seven foot tall muscular monsters by kicking them.
That wasn’t the worst problem; in fact, they were hardly a problem at all compared to this. In the halls, everyone was running every which way. Running from what, I saw at the far edge of the main building. This one was vaguely serpentine, if serpents had legs. They were armored, like beetles or scorpions, with an exoskeleton. The scariest part about them though, was they lacked eyes. Lacking eyes meant lacking personality, lacking regret or remorse or humanity. They had an air of a killing machine, and indeed, everyone nearby was getting eaten. Feeling uncommonly confident (stupid maybe?) because of the spear in my hand, I approached them. One slash, and the first was in two pieces, blood the same color of the humanoid-monsters’ skin spraying over the floor. At least three more charged at me, into the end of my metallic, and exceptionally strong, spear.
After killing about 10, I backed up quickly, hoping to escape with the rest of the inhabitants. At the end of the hall I broke into a run, the monsters giving chase. I was looking back at the pursuing serpents, when I disappeared from existence.
I looked above me, at the distant speck of light that must be hundreds of feet up. There was a dark tunnel to the left, and I started down it, again not realizing that humans don’t usually survive 400-foot drops.
The walls and ceiling were covered in a slimy material that looked like wet, black mud, I assumed that this was where the leaks had escaped to, and grown. They must have been down here for months. There was more hissing, behind, in front, all around me. Here we go again.
I fought viciously, and now was the time I realized that this would have all been strange things for a human to do. Those leaks affected me somehow, but not anyone else. How had I been different? Maybe the humanoids did something? That wasn’t very important right now, but I seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. The monsters weren’t showing any signs of letting up, even though attacking me promised a quick and untimely death. I had ripped off large slabs of wall and thrown it at them, grabbed one by the tail and swung it around like a club; I sometimes even punched a hole in their face with my bare fists.
It was a while before I got bored of mutilating monsters and decided I had to get out of here somehow. There was no sign of other humans down here anywhere, so I just ran along the tunnel surprisingly fast. As I came to a crossroad, I felt in my eye of memory that I should go right. I ran and ran and ran, not tiring in the least, and not noticing that the monsters were quite far behind me. I heard voices ahead, and turning a corner there was a parked truck with dozens of people around it, all with guns. I waved my arms frantically, trying to get their attention. They apparently called out to me, beckoning me towards them.
I was so relieved to get out of this building I ran straight for the mouth of the cave, and stopped when something dropped down behind the truck. It looked like another person, but was much too large. It roared, sounding for the world like a cross between the roar of a lion and click of a dolphin. Then, it exploded. The fireball destroyed the truck, the people, and then collapsed the mouth of the cave. I ran forward, desperately trying to move any one of the large rocks. Suddenly, I found myself very tired, unable to move the rock wall.
There was a screeching wail behind me, down the tunnel. I was normal again, and facing hordes of monsters, might as well jump. I slowly picked up my spear, considered my destiny, and met it.
In a very luxurious house, a child aged ten, named Charlie, was waiting. He sat alone in front of the fireplace, long given up on snacking on marshmallows, and was now throwing them into the fire. Charlie looked at the clock, 11:20, Daddy was late.
Dang, it looks so long in the preview...
I have had so many odd dreams, several in which I was forced to drive a car, which was scary for me as I'm not old enough to drive and I am a good ol' law-abiding person. Has anyone here had a dream that was extremely uneventful, like TV static with vague figures in the background, but it seems like it lasted forever and ever and ever and it was so agonizing you just wanted to wake up...
Creepy.
Oh yeah, the humanoids in the story are obviously based on the Predators, and the serpents based of the Aliens.
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