Dream 7 - the Beast

My nightmares are notoriously vivid. All my dreams are, but nightmares, since I wake up from them with my heart pounding, are tad bit more so.

I woke up this morning around 6am, and it took me a while to register where I am and what reality is.

Of course, this lazy butt is not going to leave the bed that early in the morning, so when I calmed down, I had to recite the dream to myself before I fell asleep again so I wouldn't forget it. You may think it's a silly thing to do, but it is crucial for me to remember. I know that being able to remember your dreams, and actually the habit of writing them down stimulates your creativity. I think it enables you to get in touch with the normally more dormant parts of your brain.

Just the other day I was an FBI agent in my dream. And again, I woke up early morning, and as of that moment I could remember every detail. My dreams are almost always like movies - they start with setting the tone, a plot is weaved, a climax, and a resolution and ending. Perfect plots. And this FBI dream was no different. But, alas, sleep deprivation got the best of me, and before I could make a mental note of my dream, I went back to sleep, and when I woke up several hours later, I could only remember a couple of moments from my awesome dream. Come on now, who gets to be an FBI agent, going through all that action in their dreams. It was totally awesome. I wish I could remember.

Anyhow, so that's why I had to recite this dream to myself. Luckily, I was so scared that it took me a while to fall back to sleep, and I used all that time to go over the details of an intricate nightmare.

So in my dream, a few people and I are at the bottom of some stairs. I believe who I am with is my family, because that's who they are later in the dream. We stand in front of an entrance to a facility, which is below ground level. It's almost like Resident Evil in that, there are people who were left there without help, with some sort of creature. They have been left there to deal with it, and they are left with no food or water. We are there to help.

As the door of the facility opens, I see a tall Asian woman in a whitish work shirt and a dark pencil skirt, standing in front of a large glass cubicle of sorts, holding a stick that has some kind of raw sausage at the tip of it. All the other "hostages" are inside that glass cubicle, in despair. I understand it is one of the rare safe places. The tall Asian woman, with a curt bob, and a lot of fear, is trying to lure the creature to show it to us. So we will know what to deal with. She sees the beast is coming, and she races to the door that we are standing in front of, and we close the door. Somehow I am responsible of locking the door, and I panic as my hands tremble while trying to turn the locks to secure the door. I can feel the fear growing inside me. Because somehow I know that, the beast can come through an unlocked door. Securing the locks feels like it's taking forever, and the beast can just run over the door any second. I manage though, and I also fasten the chain on the door.

The beast is right on the outside of the door now. Everybody takes a turn looking through the peephole to see what it is. We can almost hear it breathing heavily. The Asian lady, after a while, thinks it may be gone, and tries to open the door without removing the door chain. The beast happens to be still there, and all of us feel like we're about to die for a second until we can close and lock the door again. She says, "Did you see the teeth??" I imagine some sort of sabertooth in my mind, but when I look through the peephole, for the first time, I see that it's nothing like that. The creature is a giant dog-like beast, it has no fur and no skin. It's all flesh. And its teeth are like those of a crocodile.

Awesome. I get so scared that I totally quit at that point. I tell everyone that I am sorry but I am just too scared to fight this beast. I'll go. They say OK, they understand. I climb up the stairs. At the top, I see my father and an uncle of mine saying goodbye to me and my mother. My dad says it is not a good place for us to be in. We give in, sadly though because he is staying behind, and we are too damn scared.

Somehow we still end up within the facility though. The facility goes many stores below the ground level. At the top are offices, where two rows are connected with bridges. At the bottom of the facility is a parking structure. And in some level in between, there is a strip of small shops. Of course, after the beast has taken up the facility as its home, all these places are deserted now except the few of us. Everything is in ruins. Suddenly, my mother and I end up in one of these destructed stores, and the beast finds us. We put some obstacles in the open front of the store, and hide behind them, but he can still find us. We try escaping from the back door of the store, to a backyard, where we leap over a parked truck and over some high fences, hoping that the beast cannot follow us. Because, if he does, he can actually escape into the real world. Even if we fear for our life, we don't want to creature to escape from the facility, where at least it can be contained. Luckily, we make it out and the beast decides not to pursue us any more, maybe deciding not to leave his home.

Then somehow we end up at the bottom levels of the building, in the parking structure. Right where it descends into another level down. We see the beast running towards us, but in fear. In a second, we have to find a place to hide. It's a deserted parking structure, there is almost nothing to hide behind. We see the rails on one side, and we clench the bottom bar of the fence and hang ourselves down to the floor below, only our fists visible, hoping that the beast cannot see or sense us. Funny, 'coz I remember thinking, can't he smell us? But the beast runs down the parking structure in a hurry and does not notice us. A few seconds later we see what is chasing him down - my brother and a friend of his are in full gear on their motorcycles, and apparently the beast is frightened from the sound of the bikes. They are so powerful and strong on their bikes. My brother is all in orange, both the gear and the bike, and his friend is all in black. As they come to where we are, we hear them asking each other where the beast went off to. So we yell, from where we hang, that he went down the the floor beneath us. They follow the beast.

Only problem is, all this time, we feel that there is a second beast on the grounds. This darker beast follows after the bikes, all scared, but relieved that the bikes are not chasing him. He is maybe older, definitely more tired, and he decides to rest with his talons resting on the very bars we are hanging from. I pray that he won't notice us, since he doesn't seem to smell our presence. But soon he does see us, and he calls his fleshy buddy to feast on us. With great agility we spring back on our feet, and start running. For some lucky reason, they don't catch us, but they don't quit chasing either. It's a tiring and stressful pursuit. We jump over deserted parked cars and some equipment, trying to find a safe hiding place, or else a way to loose them. But they are right after us all the time.

At this point, I have a black out during the pursuit, because the next thing I remember is me running into a glass office space upstairs. There is nothing to use for hiding there either, but that's my only hope. So I hide next to some furniture, making myself as compactly folded as possible, and hope that they won't come in.

Again the dark haired beast finds its way in. It first does not recognize me, and by this time I am sure they cannot smell. I hope that if I stay completely still, he will not recognize me there, he will think I am just another furniture. For a while it works. The beast comes in, and even sits right on top of me as if I were a chair. But after a while I think he knows what I am, and starts to tease me. I pretend that I'm dead, not moving a limb, not even breathing, as the beast nudges me and unfolds me, showing to me that he knows I'm alive. I know it is not going to work for long, and I consider running for my life. By this time, the fleshy original beast has also arrived to devour my deliciousness. As I sprint for a run, I see help coming on my way through the glass walls, and I run as fast as I can from the glass office. They manage to close the doors after me without the beasts getting out, and I run until I hit the stairway, which has a heavy iron or steel door - a safe zone. As I run I see the beasts trying to trick the people into opening the doors (funny enough, here, the beasts start acting like guests in a hotel room and start asking for this and that as if those people were hotel staff - but I should be pretty close to waking up at this moment as all the remaining bits of logic is gone from my dream). They handle it though, but they don't lock the doors of the glass office room initially, and I can't believe it. I yell and ask why they don't lock the frikking doors and let the beasts starve to death in there. They say they will, and they do lock its doors as I go into the staircase to get out of there. I see more help coming on our way. I see this one guy in particular, all in perfect gear for any sort of fight, and I ask him what's going on. He says there are many small fires within the facility (that were caused by the beasts destroying this and that) and that they were trying to put them off as well as trying to avoid new ones from firing.

Seconds before I wake up, as I enter through the thick metal doors into the safe staircase, I tell him to be careful and say "Please don't die."

And that's it.

What a horrible dream! Who says "Please don't die." in their dreams? Seriously!!

It was so damn vivid, I had to write it down.

On the bright side, I might make a good scriptwriter for cheap ass SciFi movies.