Worst. Party. EVER.

Word Count: 1419

TW: gore, suicide, general death

I had this dream in 2009, and typed it up back then. I just went through and edited some of it, because. Wow. It's pretty amazing though, that I had this dream so long ago and can still parts of it so vividly. But also, how did this come out of my head? Where did it COME from?

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It took place in a sort of city, but it all started in a hall, during a formal. Well, it was, but it wasn’t. There was music playing and dancing, but no one was dressed up and the lights were turned all the way up. Casey and Brittany were dancing a wild romping around sort of dance. I latched onto the chain for about thirty seconds, then noticed that Jen wasn’t dancing. Lots of people weren’t dancing, but she stuck out because she was standing alone. I went over to her and started dancing with her.

I guess it was a good party. I think it was a wedding of some sort. Someone drew a not-very-great picture of the ordeal, and I still wanted to keep it. It had some meaning to the people throwing the party.

Around that point, the monster came. I cannot say what it looked like because I never got a clear view, except that it was huge and monster-like. Maybe a less-scaly not-so-dinosaur-like Godzilla. And it was pale. When it came, it brought water with it. Lots of it. The monster ripped the roof off and part of the wall. I think monsters like doing things like that. It was also, apparently, hungry. It grabbed some people and ate them. I guess they do eat people.

I ran, like a lot of other people. This is typically the natural response when a huge man-eating monster rips the roof off a building. I decided to take the picture with me, for reasons mentioned above. Not wanting to squish it or make creases in it, I carefully picked it up and kind of folded it.

I ran out of that building and into the next one, which was a really fancy hotel/apartment building. I ran in, and it was empty. The doorman of the building ran after me, I guess because I wasn’t supposed to be there. I ran through a hallway, something that looked like a bar, and another thing that looked like a diner. Everything was really fancy - velvety seats, dark, polished wood, the works. I caught a glimpse of the doorman in a window looking into one of the public places, and he was dressed as a British soldier from the Revolutionary War.

I kept running, and began shouting, “Feli!” Feli came out of a room on the second floor, and I shoved him back in and shut the door behind me. He was an older man, who looked sort of like Leonardo da Vinci. I laid the picture out on a table, and told him what had happened with the party, the monster, the water. I then asked for his help. “Please, I don’t want you to read or write anything, just help.” He didn’t respond, but walked out onto the balcony. The water outside was rising (maybe the tide was coming in, we were near the ocean after all), and the building next door lay in ruins. In fact, the whole block was beginning to resemble a city in the aftermath of a natural disaster.

Time elapsed, and things got worse. The building next door, where the monster now lived, had only one wall still standing. All the others were partially destroyed. The single full wall faced our balcony and had people speared through the stomach, stuck to the wall through the spear. They were evenly spaced, and the wall was dark all around them from their blood.

Either the monster was controlling the water, or nature just decided that the weather should match or add to the general feeling of fear in the air. In any event, the water rose so that when I went out onto the little balcony the water was about two feet directly below me.

One day, some kids decided to play hero and be brave. They went over to the monster and…well I’m not sure what happened. I tried not to look over that way - I kind of felt that if I couldn’t see the creature, then it couldn’t see me. And I knew that whatever happened to these kids would not be a thing I wanted to see. The monster/creature/thing threw the boys. Two of them landed to the right of where I was standing, one of them to the left. All of them were still alive. The one to my left began shouting, “I can’t swim! I’m no good in deep water! Help!” His friends didn’t, choosing instead to save their own skin. Still, he somehow managed to get to the right of me, which (I guess) had shallower water.

After this event, I convinced Feli to come down with me to swim. I figured I’m not a very good swimmer, so it would be a good idea to practice should the need to swim to save my life ever come up. We went down to the alley by the fire escape (to the right of the building when facing the ocean, the alley not facing the building with the white monster). Feli and I swam from pole to pole of the fire escape, and after a while, we stopped. Feli went back into his room, while I stayed out on the balcony to dry in the sun.

A little while after, I saw Leah and Brianna coming towards the building where Feli and I were staying. We talked for a bit (mindless nonsense, that’s all we ever talk about - never mind the giant hulking monster next door). Leah saw her friend’s body slumped over on the monster’s building, spear through her gut, and ran over to her. I just kind of stood there. I couldn’t really help her, and if I made noise the (we should give this thing a name, generically) White Monster would see me and know there were people in this building. Paranoid? A bit, but one must be in these life-or-death situations.

I left, leaving Brianna to watch Leah die or look at the ocean (you know, whichever), and went to explore. The street curved a bit to the right further away before being swallowed up by trees, and it had a lot of water running down it; about two or three inches. I circled around the building and went to the back by way of a sort of tunnel under the building (it was held up by posts, I guess). Under the building there was a father and his daughter playing…catch with a dirty…something. Actually, everything about them was dirty. Rather, muddy, as if they had been wading through a giant mud puddle and had let it dry on them.

When I got back to the rear of the building (standing on the deck) I looked over at the White Monster’s lair. Leah was smashed up next to her friend. The White Monster would get around to devouring her later. When I saw this, I rushed back to the fire escape (which was no longer submerged in water, I guess the really big tide had backed out to a normal level), and saw Brianna. She had strung a noose over one of the rungs on the fire escape, fitted the loop over her neck, and was standing on a crate. Before I could do anything, she kicked the crate away and hung herself.

I ran to Feli and asked him how big his car was, and if it was still intact. He said no, we weren’t leaving, it was too dangerous. Well guess what? It was way too dangerous to stay here! I thought the last part, rather than verbalizing it.

Not long after a woman came by. I went out to see, and so did a lot of other people. It surprised me how many people were still living. I was still trying to get Feli to allow us to leave, and he was still being a stubborn old donkey, even though we’d soon die there. The woman, who looked a whole lot more womanly than me, stopped and spoke with us. She called me his daughter! Well, sure, okay. We went with it. I asked her how big her car was, and she replied, “Oh, it can fit enough food for six or seven days.” Now, I was thinking size (could it drive through the water on the road? Could it hold us all?) but that worked. She looked at me, and I looked at Feli. He didn’t say anything, but he looked at me and then the woman.

We were off!