Holy fucking shit. I need to stay off the crack before I go to bed.
I dreamed there was a huge party in the middle of the night at Blanchet (my old high school in Seattle). People were running around, dancing in the hallways, defacing school property and all that fun stuff. I was with my ex Robert and my friends Julie and Marie when someone yelled that the cops were coming. Everyone scattered, looking for ways out or places to hide
My friends dragged me downstairs into the textbook storage room and we waited, giggling and whispering. After a while, the doorknob turned and the door was yanked open. It was my dad and he looked scared. He grabbed me and told me “We have to go, right now.” We all went upstairs to the main school hall and I saw why my dad was frightened.
The walls, ceiling and floor were splattered, sprinkled and splashed with blood. I had to step around a severed hand and some stray fingers. We tried to find a way out. I had wandered a little bit away and pushed open some swinging double doors and there they were. The other kids from the party. They were all sporting gruesome injuries and were very dead… if you didn’t count the fact that they were still moving around.
Yep, fucking zombies. And they had seen me. I screamed for the others to run and tried to fight them off but they ate my face. I died and there was all this bright white light. Suddenly I was on this huge campus, kinda like the university one. The sun shone, butterflies fluttered by, birds tweeted and all that crap. The same kids were there but they looked normal and happy and were milling around, playing games or chatting in small groups.
I saw Julie and Marie and a few other girls I knew and ran to them, crying. We hugged and cried together because we knew we were dead. After the crying we got happy because we were at least together. But doubt was creeping into my mind and part of me was sad that I was going to be 15 forever. The girls sprawled on the grass, laughing and I joined them half-heartedly.
Robert showed up and joined us too. He was holding my hand when a woman came up to me and told me my dad had arrived but was having a hard transition. I followed her inside to a room where my dad’s broken body was laid out on a shiny table. I was upset but his wounds were healing before my eyes. Then I thought “If this is heaven, where’s my mom? She died 5 years ago so she should be here.”
I asked the woman that but she just smiled and walked away. The happy little heaven spell disappeared and I ran out of the room screaming “I want my mom! Why isn’t she here? This isn‘t Heaven! This isn‘t real!” The other people in the building were looking at me curiously when two big men grabbed me and hauled me into an elevator.
I was screaming and fighting them until they told me to calm down because they were just taking me to God. He was a smiling older man and the second I saw him I knew it was wrong. He tried to tell me things were fine, I could see my mom soon. I yelled at him “You aren’t God! You’re just some sick soul sucker! You’ve stolen our souls and you’re keeping us here! Soul sucker!”
His face faced changed, he grew fur and 8 eyes, like a spider. He hit me, beat me and then threw my body into a dark hole with a steel door...
Then I woke up. I was totally freaked and had to turn on all the lights, lol.
