I don't normally post here, but I had this really freaky dream last night that I want to share.
So basically it starts off at what I think may have been a room at my school, but that's not where it takes place. Somehow I got to like this basement area where people are playing a strange fighting game. What made it strange were two things:
1. The characters. For some reason there were a lot of characters who just shouldn't be in a fighting game together out of sheer unrealisticness. The only ones I remember though were Goku, some made up form of Goku called "Vera Goku" or something, Mr. Game and Watch, and Diddy Kong, who people called Donkey among for some reason.
2. The play style. Instead of using controllers, people used big pieces of paper! And you could power up a character by placing a certain pin through a picture representing a move, but you couldn't choose every move for some reason.
So anyway, there was a bit involving that, but that's when it starts getting weird. Basically I start wandering around and I come across a few pretty crazy people. Unfortunately I don't remember who they were of what they were like, but they were crazy. Since this is a building with more floors, I go on the other floors. Somehow I was able to get up and down the stairs quickly, but that's not the point. Anyway, the most notable floor of the dream was like this crazy daycare or kindergarten thing, although I'm fuzzy on whether children were actually there or not now. Whoever was there, though, was pretty creepy. I think this floor showed up a couple times?
But then I go onto the higher floors. This is where the dream became less freaking and probably more scary. I went to a level to find a bathroom to wash my hands in for whatever reason. Although no one attacked me, there were people who looked deformed in what I would call a cartoon way, so they'd look like cartoon characters. The only by I remember clearly was an older, mid-height man in a lab coat with a strange bald head that could have pointed if it wasn't drooping. He wore small green, square-lenses glasses, and crooked his head in a way that made him creepier. Everyone on this floor was talking about people who'd had things like severe or mortal injuries happen to them, but in an extremely casual day that implied they had attacked their victims.
I quickly got off this floor, but the next one wasn't much better. I think this one had a bunch of odd people like a guy in a dog suit running opposite my direction. In fact, all of them may have been in costumes now that I think about it. They all mentioned a fire that was implied to be down the hallway from where they came from, but there was no fire. I left this floor.
I think I may have gone back down to the room with the fighting game, where there was a scene of intense violence. I think what happened was that someone got some liquid all over his face. This was dangerous liquid like acid, and his face quickly started swelling and malforming. His eyes were bloodshot and facing opposite directions, and he was saying in a worried fashion about how they couldn't see. But then someone came over and killed him. I don't totally remember how they did it, but his head may have been blown up. This was probably the scariest part of the dream in terms of goriness.
I know somewhere I went again to the creepy daycare. It wasn't creepy in a way like it was zombie infested or dilapidated or something like that. It was just off. I want to compare it to something like Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, in that you can tell something is off but can't tell what it is, but maybe without the extreme gore that comes in the end. I know some of the people there had an obsessing "join us" attitude, and that's one reason it was scary.
Around this time I knew I needed to escape from where I was, since I knew that this was a bad place, but first I explored the lower levels a bit. I think they were more oriented toward children, but they were still freaky. I think one floor focused around a demented version of SpongeBob SquarePants (the show, not the chraracter). The most normal floor was the lowest one, which even though it led to outside and could be considered ground floor was considered -6. This level was basically a miniature version of a supermarket, with all the rows condensed into one small one closed off section, like if you put a cap on the end of a normal supermarket isle and put all the most popular products in this isle. Since this was the most normal floor out everything in this entire building, I felt relief being here. I went out of this store place. Outside of it and about ten feet lower was an area with a few dumpsters, and beyond these was an exit to the outside. Before I exited, I talked to a young, nerdy looking boy who was probably sick or something. I talked to him for a while, but I asked him something and he went to a higher level to check. I screamed for him not to like I was losing a good friend, but he did it anyway.
That was when I made my escape. Getting down and out was easy, but escaping was going to be the hard part. It was dark and raining. There were a few lights, but remembering that you avoid these in stealth video games, I ran in the shadows instead. There were a lot of small fences, and even more places lined with yellow caution tape, as if they started putting new cement over some parts.
I had managed to get pretty far until the sun started rising on me. I had caught myself up in a playground toy involving a net bridge, which I managed to get out of, but by the time I was almost at the edge of the property, the scariest thing on a psychological level happened. Basically a huge group of children from the daycare, along with someone who was their adult leader, started coming after me. He had them start singing some song, which only made them creepier. I ran until I was backed into a corner. With them coming closer and closer, I got scared and started yelling for help. But then I remembered, people react more if you yell "fire" instead. So I yelled that, and sure enough, everyone who was coming after me panicked and fled back toward the building. I woke up before I could actually leave, but I think that I did since I was about 10 feet from the border and there weren't anymore threats.
Strange dream, eh?