Have you ever had one of those powerful dreams that just won’t leave you alone throughout the day?
Like there’s something real about it or your subconscious is trying to tell you that you need to examine it?

The dream started with being in an old dilapidated house on the 2nd floor. I was lined up with several women and we were getting ready to go to an “event” that was vague and had no title. Some sort of parade, but not a fun parade….a carnival filled with torture and mad horror where we were to be showcased in a parade-like manner perhaps?

We were all given post-apocalyptic attire that was black, red, ripped, torn, and shredded.
My costume was not covering my chest entirely, but that was apparently necessary due to the upcoming fun-filled torture events. I managed to cover myself using safety pins so I felt better for a moment….until the Man showed up.

He was the leader, the reason we were all there, the one who controlled us.
I wanted to escape, but there was no where to go. We were packed like sardines in the old, filthy hallway.

The Man had a vial of clear fluid that he was placing on each woman’s lower lip using a Q-tip.
There was no explanation as to what it was and I was terrified that it would burn.
I felt nothing as he placed it on my lip and was told later on that it was an aphrodisiac.

The women began filing out of the room, but I wasn’t ready because I had lost something important.
There were several vintage sinks along the wall and I was frantically looking down the drain of each one, searching to find the source of the voices that I was hearing.
I stopped searching when I saw the clock and realized that I was 40 minutes late.

I ran out of the house to see and old friend sitting on the porch swing.
She was dressed in a hooded cloak that mostly hid her face, but I knew it was her.
She warned me not to go and pulled her cloak away from her body to show me what had happened to her.
She was covered in blood and was pleading with me to stay.

I decided to heed her warning, but forces beyond my control quickly transported me to the scene of the torture parade.
I was once again lined up with the other women and it was time to partake in the next phase of the torture session.
We were to wear animal parts. Raw and bloody animal parts.
Hooves for our feet, hollowed out animal heads to put over our own, bloodied skins to wear as a shawl.

Then I woke up with a cat screaming in my face for food.
Good Times.