September 21st, 2015

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(Warning! Dreams turns disturbing.)

I dreamed I was in the house (the recurrent house in my dreams where I grew up).

The house was infiltrated by enemies or demons (not sure, this part was blurry) and one of the pets killed. However, as we're removing the pet's body (it's something white) we see 3 babies. The babies are taken care of and they grow into something like red pandas, although when they reach full adulthood they're more feline. 

It's deemed that the house is no longer safe and can't protect me from whatever is trying to kill me anymore, so I decide to leave it. As I'm walking out, these 3 red panda like cats follow me on the roofs. I tell them to find a home as I'm homeless myself at the moment. (I'm around 15 yo)

(fast forward/ dream shift/ I don't remember what happened here)

A family has taken me in, consisting of a blonde father, a pretty pale mother and a blonde daughter of approx 13 yo. I love them as if they were my own family.

We are on a trip and we're visiting tourist areas in their van. The father then takes us to a cemetery consisting of only mausoleums. The place looks like a neighborhood in the suburbs with stone enormous mausoleums instead of houses and it's located in the country.

 The place looks like a neighborhood in the suburbs with stone enormous mausoleums instead of houses and it's located in the country

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(Like this but imagine them the size of small houses, with windows and a neighborhood full of them.)

The mausoleums are tall, some even having 2nd floors, and have big wooden doors and windows. There had been like some sort of war long time ago and the mausoleum started as a tribute to those who fought in the war.

The father takes us to his own family's mausoleum. It looks like a museum inside. The place is full of caskets with transparent tops, either glass or plastic. The bodies inside had been preserved almost perfectly and look like asleep. The walls are full of pictures, newspaper cuts, paintings, medals and the sort. The father guides us to a casket in the corner, saying that was the first one ever placed in there and that it used to be in the middle, but now had been moved to the corner by the window to accommodate more family members. He then mentions that's why a 2nd floor was in the building. Quite indeed, the place is full of caskets, placed on pedestals, and there's barely space left to walk between them.

In this particular casket lies a man identical to the father. He's dressed in old fashioned military clothes, his hands resting on his chest holding a military hat. He explains to the girl that the man was her great-grandfather, and that he had been a hero in the war. He proceeds to tell his daughter the story, but I don't hear much of it.

I'm feeling more and more creeped out to see a dead man so strikingly similar to the father, whom I had come to love as a father. I walk away and observe the bodies inside the other caskets. There are signs here and there that the preservation method wasn't perfect at all in the end. I see a boy with a lopsided mouth, a woman with her empty eyes half open, a man with a sickly tinge on his skin. The place reeked of the old and dead, of dust and the forgotten.

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Unable to stomach anymore of it, I excuse myself and explain I need air. I rush to the exit and attempt to push the enormous wooden doors open but they were a bit too much for a teenager. At that moment, a man opens the door from outside and steps in. Already freaking out, I push past him and step into the empty road full of other mausoleums. I sit on the stone stairs and let the winter air cool me down.

I then notice what I can only call a tourist, human slender man. An extremely tall, skinny, bald and wrinkly old man is standing half a block away, garbed in a bright pink shirt with a design similar to those shirts that say "I <3 this and that city", green bermudas, white socks and leather sandals. He's standing across the street, staring at the nothing and slightly hunched.

The judgmental part of my mind thinks why someone would ever dress as ugly as that and be embarrassed in foreign cities.

The man suddenly turns his head in an awkward angle to look at me, his neck about to snap from the tension. I don't want any social interaction, so I pretend to look away but I keep him in my peripheral vision. He continues to stare at me with his head held in a most uncomfortable angle, so I finally turn to him, pretend to just notice him there and nod in acknowledgment.

The man then suddenly slides sideways towards me, his feet barely moving, but his body wiggling and squirming, contorting like if he were made of rubber with no bones at all, with his hands glued to his sides.

He stops eerily too close and bends over me. I brace myself but he just smiles a terrible smile. His teeth are sharp and not very clean.

(Dialogue is pretty accurate. I remember the words used, the order of the ideas, but the exact order of the words and the repetitions might have been a little different.)

"It's time", he says, smiling and barely moving his lips. "It can't be stopped. You can't stop it. You won't be able to stop it."

He then lets himself fall to sit by my side, his arms on his knees, but his eyes still glued to me and teeth still showing in a smiling scowl.

"You won't be able to stop it. I advice you not even try. They can't be saved."

I sit there between scared, uncomfortable at his proximity and just confused at why he's telling me these things.

"You won't be permitted to save them. I won't allow you to even try."

For some reason, I can't move. I'm frozen in space, feeling increasingly colder and alert.

"But it doesn't matter, it's too late. You can't save them. You should just let us do our thing. Walk away and pretend you have nothing to do with this. After all, you can't do anything about it."

He then turns back to look at the mausoleum, almost breaking his neck, never stopping to smile. Suddenly, I hear screams coming from inside the mausoleum.

I jump and turn around. I see the man who had bumped into me as he pushes the mother against one of the windows, her throat slit and the scream dying in a gurgle. Her hands are full of blood as they try to hold on the window and leave a smear as she succumbs out of sight. I try to run in but the old man stands up and says, "You know I won't allow you to do that. Don't make me".

I ignore him, turn around and see the man has disappeared from the window and I hear the girl screaming. The old guy walks to stand between me and the door, but a little to the side.

I can't bear to not do anything and I silently clench my fists, desperate I might be too late to save my friend. I close my eyes and think "NO!". Next thing I know the window explodes, the old man is pushed back and then, darkness.

I wake up to find myself on an ambulance bed. The mausoleum door and windows were in pieces and the stone was blackened. I see police and paramedics all around me. I sit up but a paramedic pushes me back. I manage to see the blonde girl strapped on a bed, with an oxygen mask and wrapped in covers. She's being pushed into an ambulance. My last thought is of relief that she's alive and I sink back into oblivion.

I find myself in a windowless hospital room. The walls are a pale mint and there's a very old TV nailed on the wall on a corner. A doctor talks to me, says I have no papers and that they have no documents whatsoever of me. They also tell me they have noticed I'm no normal human. I refuse to answer any questions and ask where the girl is.

The doctor doesn't answer me, saying he doesn't have to tell me as I have no proof that I was her kin. He leaves and I'm locked in the room. The nurses have even strapped me to the bed.

The red panda-like cats, now all of them white one, sneak in through the ventilation and bite into my straps. Once free, I unlock the doors and simply walk out of the hospital, pretending to be a patient. When I'm discovered, I stop the guards and nurses with sheer mind power.

Out of the hospital, I quickly hop onto a passing bus. The panda-like cats can't follow me and I see them climb onto the roof of the nearby buildings and I wave them good-bye, hoping they'll be safe.  

I get down at the last bus stop.  I regret leaving my animal friends behind but I'm sure they'll find me again. The last bus stop is by a park, in front of a church. I ask around how to go back to the mausoleum cemetery, but I have no money for the buses.

A man in a cab offers to take me there for free, saying that he understands if I need to visit my ancestors. So I get on his cab and he drives into the country side. He then suddenly stops in the middle of nowhere and I see the military and the police closing in.

They tell me to surrender, but I just ask them where the blonde girl is. I then threaten them that if they're using her to get to me, I'll just hurt more people in the way. They don't seems to care what I've got to say and keep closing in on me.

I close my eyes, brace myself and blow everything up as I had done by the mausoleum, but this time, I'm in control.

I  walk away from the field full of injured people and destroyed equipment. Relieved, I see the cats have caught up on me. They jump on my shoulders and my arms. I feel my feet leave the ground and with the cats floating  around me, I levitate away in search of my friend.

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