Ok storytime: this is the most vivid dream I've ever had.
I was about 8 years old, I had a dream I was awakes by sirens. I quickly hopped out of my bed and realized my older bro wasn't there (we shared a room).i frantically rushed out the room then ran all over the house looking for him and my dad; nowhere to be found.so i decided I wasn't gonna wait for them, mind you at this point I'm in panic mode but really dont even know why. I make my way outside and it's around dusk, the skies are grey and lighting can be seen flashing over the blankets of clouds. In the distance I spot a large group of children around my age standing at the foot of the hill in the middle of a large open field (this wasn't unusual cuz kids were always playing there). But this time things were different, some looked just as afraid and confused as me, others had no emotion..kinda like they knew what was coming. I asked one of the kids "hey what's going on?" and she looks at me, dried tears plastered on face with the coldest, frightening stare and says
"We have been selected." "Selected for wh-" before I could finish my sentence I hear a loud metallic whistle whizzing through the air. as soon as I turn around this large javelin-like weapon straight Impales this kid in front of me.
"It has begun." I look at the top of the hill and see a massive mob with torches, swords, crossbows, just about any pre-modern weapon you can think of (why no guns? I honestly don't know
). An adolescent scream pierces the air,
"RRRUUNNNN" before I know it me and the others are f*cking outta there. I had no idea where anyone was going, to the left and right of me i see kids getting shot down with arrows, blood curdling screams polluted the air. Metal-on-metal clashing (im assuming some managed to fight back) it was like a warzone..well..more like a massacre. Anyway, the (very) few of us managed to escape into a wooded area where we decided that splitting up would be our best bet giving the fact we were small and agile enough to navigate through the trees, that's when the barking began. Black figures moved through the trees, too fast for me to really keep track of, then one quickly darted towards one of the kids and immediately pounced and started mauling them. Dogs, they sent ******* dogs into the woods. By this point I climbed the tree and somehow hopped from branch to branch on some tarzan **** out of the wooded area. When I made it out I found myself in the parking lot, the whole town was dead. Not a car nor person could be found. I looked across the street, there was a building lit up so I thought
"Good maybe I can get some help or at the very least hide until this whole thing is over". I enter the building, but still being on guard I kinda snuck in, hugging the walls and peaking over the corners like Solid Snake. The whole building was very well lit, best way I could describe the lay out was something close to a Golden Corral but like 5-star, very very fancy looking. Classical music and laughter filled the air, men and women dressed to the 9s in expensive suits/dresses. Guess I walked in on a banquet? Idk. So, I managed to get under an unoccupied table and started quietly sobbing. In the middle of this I would ever so slightly poke my head out from under the table cloth to make the cost is clear. I caught a glimpse of the window and I see a few individuals from what I assumed to be the mob that originally attacked us. They had bloody sacks slung over their shoulder and were approaching the building I was in! So now I felt trapped, knowing that these "harvesters" were coming to the very place I took refuge in. I hear the door open, they get greeted by a woman, I don't recall the whole convo but all I remember her asking was
"How's the feast coming along?". This simple question struck fear in me as if it lighting. I knew I HAD to go IMMEDIATELY. After poking the my head out one last time, I began to sort of bear crawl from table to table (I guess the area I was in was vacant) and worked my way to the wall at the entrance. As soon as I turn the corner I'm face-to-face with a "harvester" he looked like your average redneck but....more sinister. He was kneeling down, looking straight into my eyes, I've never been so scared in my life. I look down at his right hand and he's holding a bowie knife, he lunges at my side and as soon as it makes contact
I wake up.
The craziest thing about the whole thing was at the very end, the moment the knife made contact I felt a sharp sting in the EXACT place he stabbed me which instantly woke me up. Then it tingled for a few mins afterwards before it finally subsided. Sorry for the wall of text I never told the whole story to anyone before.
TL;DR: I was involved in some Hunger Games/The Purge type ****
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