|A horribly frightening dream
||[Sep. 17th, 2003|06:56 am]
|||||scary music: duh-duh-DUH||]|
This is a dream that I had last night:
For some reason we lived in a log cabin in the middle of the woods, and I had invited all my friends there because it was my birthday (which it isn't in real life). And no sooner had we gotten there than the car stopped working. My mother wanted to get groceries for the party, but now she couldn't even leave the house. After trying to get it to work for quite some time, we simply went inside.
On the way there we came across a HUGE bear footprint in the mud, and I knew that it was no normal bear. It was a were-bear that had escaped from our Dungeons and Dragons game. Normal bears are afraid of people, but were-bears seek them out, so understandably we were afraid.
When we got into the house we bolted the doors and windows, but it was too late. We heard breathing coming from one of the rooms. I ran and tried to shut the door of the room, but an enormous paw came between the door and the frame. We all ran upstairs, and called the police. They said that it was not their responsibility to fight mythical animals, or something to that degree, and hung up on us.
Then we realized the bear was in the room with us, eating something. We looked, and it was a tiny dog that the bear must have gotten from the neighborhood. Then it swiped at one of my friends, who was killed instantly, and ate her. Then a most peculiar thing happened--the tiny dog came back to life, and jumped out the two-story window. Then I realized that we needed to get up to the attic--a room that could be accessed only by a ladder. As we turned around to leave, I noticed that the friend had come back to life and was following us. When we got to the attic, I knew we were safe. Until...the bear's head appeared in the fireplace. The were-bear had climbed the chimney. I knew what to do then--I broke the bear's neck with a twisting motion. The bear said "ow! That really hurt!" and fell down the chimney. The noise that followed was great enough to start an earthquake, which it did. The bear had fallen down three stories and was incredibly heavy.
We cautiously made our way downstairs and to the car, which now worked. As we were getting into it, a huge wolf came and started snarling at us. We quickly closed the doors and sped off. My friend (whoever it was--I can't remember. Might have been a made-up one) later told me that she remembered what it felt like to be ripped apart and eaten. She kept recounting it in detail, and none of us could get her to stop. Then we saw that her eyes were red and she suddenly jumped out of the car, laughing. We didn't go back for her.
Anyway, this sounds kind of stupid but it was insanely scary. I'm not sure what it means--any ideas would be greatly appreciated.