Dream Diary #130: Time Bomb

(The date of this dream may not be accurate as I retrieved this post as a draft without checking the original date I wrote it)

I am transported back to my retail days of working in a supermarket, when suddenly the store is under attack from a mass shooter.

Terrified, I cower in the corner of one of the aisles and though I am shot at several times, somehow I manage to escape from being gravely injured.

I see the culprit walk back and forth past the end of the aisle many times and when I can't see him I can hear the bullets as they ricochet off the walls of the building.

It seems as though I am there for hours, frozen to the spot in fear, conscious of the fact that many of my colleagues were either dead or had managed to escape, but I had no idea which ones.

Just when things start to go quiet and it seems as though the threat has subsided, another man enters the room. I can see him over my shoulder at the opposite end of the aisle that I had seen the shooter; he is carrying a large sports bag and he sets it down on a table and turns towards me, grinning sinisterly.

My heart sinks when he pulls a bomb out of the bag and I know that I hadn't just survived a mass shooting only to be killed by a suicide bomber!

I stand and just as I am about to run, I hear a noise from behind. It is one of my colleagues who had managed to hide in the next aisle along from me.

The man doesn't do very much to stop us, and I put this down to the fact that the bomb would go off imminently. Everything seems to turn to slow motion as I roughly grab my colleague and pull her along with me.

We run towards a lift and get inside. It seems to take forever to get to the top and I feel wave after wave of anxiety in anticipation for the bomb going off.

When we reached the top, we are in a shopping mall and we run through it screaming at everyone to evacuate as fast as they can. I awake before the bomb has a chance to go off.

Dream Diary #122 + #123: Bleeding Love + Ghost Town

(I actually had this dream more than a week ago but didn't write it down as I found it quite upsetting)

It seemed that my dream had come true and my Love and I were in each other's lives again and what's more, he appeared to be making an effort with my family, interacting with and getting to know them.

But before I could get too happy and content I glanced down at myself and realised that I was bleeding heavily from between my legs! Instinctively, I knew that I was experiencing a miscarriage, despite not being aware I was even pregnant.

In total shock and horror, I immediately went to my Love, expecting him to show concern and worry but instead, he just took one look at me and turned away - his face completely expressionless and unemotional.

I stood there covered in blood and sobbing with devastation and confusion.

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(I actually had this dream before the attack in Manchester)

Due to the various terrorist events occurring worldwide as well as the increasingly volatile state of the political world, I began to notice that fewer and fewer people were showing up to work each day.

My job isn't without it's risks, even at the best of times, but now people simply didn't feel safe, not only to come to work but to be out in general. As a result the whole town where I lived started to resemble a ghost town.

This sent my employer into crisis mode and they called an emergency meeting for those of us who still dared show up to the office. They concluded that it was simply too risky to be at work and announced that the office would be closed down with immediate effect and dismissed everyone from the building.

At first, this was welcome news; I loved leaving the office early and having the rest of the day to do as I pleased. Even though I hated being unemployed due to the lack of money and therefore, opportunities, there was and is a small part of me that misses the lifestyle I had when I was unemployed and having the freedom to come and go as I choose without being tied to a schedule.

Then the reality of what had happened started to sink in - how was I going to support myself now? How was I going to afford to live and eat? And would I still be able to live in in the property where I live? In fact, how would anyone be able do any of these things if the town had just come grinding to a halt?

Dream Diary #119: The Man Across the Street

I was being held captive in a house by Michael Myers. On the opposite side of the street lived a man I had fallen in love with from a distance and I dreamt of him rescuing me from my current plight, but no-one on the outside even knew I was there.

Eventually my predicament became so unbearable, I knew I had to escape, no matter how crippled by fear I was. Going out of the front door was impossible; Michael was patrolling it at almost all times. Instead, I devised a plan to go through the roof as I had access to a skylight window that I opened up and climbed out of. 

I took a running leap off the roof, ensuring I landed as far on the opposite side of the street as I could, to give me a head start if Michael happened to see and come after me. I knew that if I could make it to the neighbour's house I would be safe, as Michael wouldn't reveal himself in front of the other people in the neighbourhood.

The man was very understanding and took me under his wing, just as I hoped he would. Unfortunately, although Michael couldn't harm me as long as I was in the protection of my neighbour, this didn't stop him from standing in the front yard and glaring at me from across the street, motioning to me that he ever gets me alone with him I'm dead.

Other than that, I felt completely safe and contented, building my new life.

Until, that is, my neighbourhood decided to throw a party for me and invited everyone in the street, including Michael who was just regarded as a reclusive, eccentric loner but ultimately harmless.

In order to welcome me to the community (they were unaware I had lived down the street as a captive for quite some time), it was decided that everyone would approach me and introduce themselves to me individually. When it was Michael's turn, he came towards me with an axe in his hands. Everyone laughed, thinking it was a joke, but only I knew that he was capable of inflicting real harm on me. He held the axe to my leg and then lifted it up to strike me and I braced myself for the blow.

To my amazement, he stopped just before the axe hit my leg, broke the axe in two, handed me the lower half and walked away.

Dream Diary #117: The Ick Factor

I found myself in the company of my former landlord and a few others. This was a surprise since, although my landlord never did anything especially horrible to me, he often made me feel very uncomfortable and this, among other things, was a contributing factor that made me want to leave the property and I had no intention of ever seeing, let alone hanging out with him.

 As it turned out that he had developed a crush on the tenant that moved in after me, and as a fellow female he appealed to me set him up with her. 

I had reservations about doing so, not least because my former landlord was a gluttonous old man in his sixties with a weight problem and a plethora of obesity related health conditions.

Disturbingly, I learned that he had his eye on me, had I not moved out when I did. Apparently just the fact that I was female within a close proximity was more than enough to consider me. 

I caught a glimpse of the woman who had moved in and she seemed really nice and sweet; like someone who would perhaps be too polite to say 'no' if asked out, or set up on, a date.

I felt really guilty even attempting to set her up with someone I personally found so repulsive but then another part of me thought: who am I to judge? What if they really hit it off? Am I just being shallow?

But still, my own personal experiences and judgements got in the way and I found myself warning, rather than appealing to her.

Dream Diary #116: Zombie Apocalypse Now

A zombie apocalypse was sweeping across the nation. The epidemic was spreading so fast and was so imminent that the powers that be weren't even attempting evacuation or rescue procedures; they were merely recommending that people prepare for their inevitable deaths in whatever way they saw fit.

Utterly terrified, I separated myself from my family, barricading myself inside the bathroom absolutely determined that I would survive or at least be in control of how I died. I thought that by entrapping in the bathroom it would bide me some time to think of an escape or survival plan. 

However, everything started to go wrong; from the door coming off the hinges to people poking their heads through the window to chat to me about the current turn of events.

When the husband of the woman I was talking to came to whisk her away to safety I felt a pang of sadness that I didn't have anyone physically present in my life to care about me, the way he cared for her. 

I somehow managed, in the midst of all the chaos, to take a bath; reasoning that if I was going to die, I wanted to feel clean and good about myself.

As the noise and mayhem began to gain momentum and get louder and closer, I tensed up as I prepared myself for the inevitable.

Then, everything went silent.

I looked up and everything was dark.

A mysterious, faceless figure began speaking to me. It explained that it was going to let me in on a secret; the zombie apocalypse had never actually been a zombie apocalypse at all!

Instead, it was a dark, supernatural force, not unlike the 'Slenderman' urban legend that was engulfing the nation and wiping out humanity. 

My blood went cold as I found myself standing on an upper level floor watching as a dark, shadowy figure floated underneath me. I had been given a chance to survive but I knew I had to hide before the shadow found me. 

Dream Diary #109: Desperate Times

Far away from home and with limited opportunities available to me, I found myself, along with two other women, recruited by a local pimp into a prostitution ring, telling myself I would only do it for as long as I needed to until I had enough money saved to make a brand new start. 

It started out simple enough - the pimp expected the other two girls and I to work together to seduce our clients and to give them a good time. While group sex doesn't appeal to me in real-life, in the dream it helped to make me feel less alone and scared.

However, things took a sinister turn when the pimp revealed he not only expected us to have sex with our clients but to kill them afterwards, too!

He didn't care how we went about it, but implied that the more creativity we displayed the more favourable treatment and payment we would receive. He also implied that he was not above killing or severely punishing any of us if we didn't do as we were told.

Horrified, but determined to reach my financial goals in order to make a new start, I sold my soul to the devil and agreed.

To my shock and horror it was surprisingly easy to lure my client to their death as I straddled them and plunged a sharp object into their neck, 'Basic Instinct' style. I don't think I had even gotten to the stage of having sex - I had just jumped straight into murdering them!

The other women, who were still in the process of seducing their clients, looked around in disbelief that I had found it so easy.

Horrified at what I'd done, I fled, taking whatever money the pimp had paid me thus far. I didn't even stop to ask if the other women wanted to come with me, figuring that everyone has to be responsible for their own destiny and I had to look out for number one. If they wanted to escape so badly, then they will.

I knew instinctively that the pimp was furious with me and would stop at nothing until he had tracked me down and killed me. I knew he'd find me eventually, so I did everything I could to bide as much time as possible. I cut and dyed my hair, assumed a different name and went to a train station to catch the next train out of the country. 

The dream then switched completely and I found myself at home with two twin infants - a boy and girl - left in a bucket inside my room. They had been freshly changed and fed at the time of being left there so I went about my day as usual.

However, days passed and they were still there. I started to think, "Hang on a minute, where are the parents and why aren't they coming to collect their babies?" until it was pointed out to me that they were in fact, my babies!

I couldn't even recall being pregnant or giving birth but I immediately felt guilty for neglecting them.

I lifted them out of the bucket and while they were both hungry with messy nappies, physically the boy was fine, but the little girl had a dislocated leg - and by dislocated I mean it had popped off like a doll's leg. I remember feeling scared that social services would be on my case, which I thought was highly unfair since I didn't know how I was expected to be a good mother when until a few moments before I didn't even realise I was one!

Luckily, not only did the baby's leg pop off like a doll's leg, but it popped back in like one, too.