Stranger Things

Date: 6/25/2020

Al and I were lying in bed. Irl he and I had a particularly great day together. In the dream, however, he was in a horrible mood. He commented that even though earlier we had talked about how much we still loved one another even after eleven yrs together, "at times like this", he said, "I dont feel any love at all and dont understand how I could ever feel it." He said it so spitefullly, and I didnt understand how or why his mood had changed so drastically. "I couldn't care less about you, and if anyone asked me about you I would tell them that." I'm so used to his mood swings after this many years that what he said didnt hurt so much as it simply made me angry. I think to myself that it's times like these that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him. He's seething with so much hatred that he wants me to leave. So I do. I end up in the outside area of a very large building. Kindof like a cross between some sort of professional business building and a mall. The moon is full tonight and giving sufficient light to see everything around me. I see the kids from 'Stranger Things'. Mike, Eleven, Dustin, Will and Lucas ( from the first or second season of the show while they were still little ). This massive U-shaped silver building covering their three sides and a large empty area of open land on the fourth, they are fighting off monsters. The monsters are a cross between demi-gorgons and aliens. The color and body texture of demi-gorgons, but the size of an average human. Their eyes are the size and color of the typical depiction of a 'gray alien👽' except that they are oval shaped instead of tear-dropped. They have extremely large claws at the tips of their extremely long fingers. -In an almost Wolverine-type stance, white claws shining in the moonlight and thick drool constantly pouring from its mouth, one of them stands staring at the kids, ready for the attack. It makes its move and comes at the kids fast, its mouth open and long sharp teeth ( a mouth full of fangs ) glistening with saliva. As it reaches them it turns into a goo. It wraps around Dustins feet, quickly making its way up his legs. The other kids try to pull him out of the goo, but the goo-monster is acidic and is eating right through Dustins skin and muscle, straight through to the bones. The struggle between the monster and the kids is so strong that Dustin is literally ripped in half. The kids all fall backwards onto the ground, Dustins top half in their arms, his eyes open wide as his last breath just mere seconds ago was spent in shock, fear, & pain. His mouth hanging open lifelessly; His intestines are hanging out of the gaping hole where his lower half once was. The monster only now lets go of Dustins lower half. All that remains are bones, and surprisingly, his shoes. The kids grab a shovel that is lying nearby and start mercilessly attacking the monster still in his goo form. It doesnt seem to do much damage the first few hits, but soon you start hearing the screech of the monsters screams of pain, and it begins to wither away, getting smaller and smaller with each hit. The kids take this opportunity to grab whats left of Dustin. They put him in the wheelbarrow that was with the shovel they had found. Between Elevens powers and the power of 'The Upside Down', they knew they could restore Dustins life and bring him back. They just needed to hide his body for now, not let ANYONE know that he was ( at least temporarily ) dead, and figure out how to harness the power of the Upside-Down in order to restore life. With more of these monsters still roaming around, they knew it wasnt going to be easy. It would take at least a couple days before they could figure out how to bring him back ( and in one piece ). They wheel him past the open area of land and into a wooded area that no one goes into. Upon hiding him amongst the trees, bushes, tall grass, fallen limbs, rock, dirt, and whatever else that's found in wooded areas, they then make their way back to the building. From there they start running throughout the halls of the building. The halls and rooms are dark, as it's first two bottom floors are used as a school and are therefore closed at night ( the upper floors are open and teeming with life, but you'd never know it if you were just going through the first couple floors. We'll get to that shortly though ). Most of the kids seperate and each go their own way. Mike goes through a set of double doors and I choose to follow him. Once inside the doors, the hallway walls are covered in childrens drawings. This must be the elementary school area ( there is no middle school, just elementary and then straight on to high school ). It puts these childrens ages into perspective for me. They have been through so much more than anyone should have to go through, and in many ways come across as very mature, very brave. But they're still children, coloring with their crayons and their teachers & parents still hanging these pieces of art upon the walls with tape or pins. I see Mike go though one of the doors on the left end of the hallway. I'm a few steps behind now, as the drawings distracted me for a moment, but I see exactly where he went and I quickly follow. However, even though I was a mere matter of seconds behind him, when I enter the room I just watched him enter, he's gone. I'm alone. But how? There's no other way in or out. I look around the room. I know it to be his classroom. That's why he had chosen this room. He was familiar with it. In the darkness, I allow my eyes to adjust for a minute while I stand there just surveying my surroundings, wondering where Mike had disappeared to, as well as *how* he had disappeared to! Im startled by a loud knock on the door behind me. I quickly turn around as I hear Al's voice. He says my name "Sunday. Aren't you happy?! You can get a cat now. Now that Im through w/ you, you can get your damn cat! CUZ WE'RE FUCKING DONE!!" I run to the door and throw it open. I don't believe his words bc he says things like this sometimes when he gets angry. But yet when I need him, he's always there. Angry or not. Always has been. I know he would never hurt me. I know he would never leave me. I know that that man loves me! He just can't control that rage he gets and he often acts out & speaks out very immaturely. Ignoring his words and simply glad he's there, I throw open the door. He's standing in the doorway, his large 6' 2" body I had always loved bc I found it protective, is covering practically the entirety of the doorway itself. He says "You got here awful quick! It took me over an hour to get here!" I ask him what he's talking about, ask how he even knew where I was, and tell him that I had just arrived myself. He says nothing more, just stands aside, glaring at me all the while. Before I can even register what's going on, a small group of large men are running in at me, badges out ( though not in police uniform - they must be detectives ) and guns aimed directly at me. They're screaming and yelling at me not to make a single move. The main detective in charge, a round white guy with a serious temper and ego to match, has his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it and end my life at literally the smallest action I take. I throw my hands up in the air and get on my knees, trying to ensure the fat one doesnt blow my head off. Within a second they have me lying on my back, and are cuffing me. The tall lanky black detective says "Maybe you dont have to be so harsh. I dont think she's a threat". The main detective ignores him completely as he roughly pulls me to my feet. I ask what is going on. He ignores me too, of course. Al is standing in the doorway smiling ( more like smirking ). The main detective, in his light blue button-up shirt and khakis, walks up to him. He's got me tightly by the arm, hands cuffed in front of me, so I'm standing between Al and the fat man. He says to Al, "All of the confessions you made on her behalf are signed and ready to go." I grab the collar of Al's t-shirt hard enough to pull myself right up in his face and I start screaming, "WHAT DID YOU DO??! WHAT? DID? YOU? DO??!" His smile leaves his face as he looks at me and says, "Get your hands off me". His voice is calm, but it's coated with a deepness that is seething with hatred. I see that same hatred in his eyes. What could have possibly happened in the time between when I left and now, to make him hate me so very much that he'd actually lead the police straight to me?! And what had I done that the police even wanted me for to begin with?! Sure he was angry when I left, and he said some mean stuff, but something more must have happened. Bc the man I know would never do this to me. Even if I *was* guilty of something, something atrocious even, MY Al would NEVER give me up to the cops. In fact he would most likely go so far as to take the blame for whatever it was I had done if I were to get caught somehow. Despite his words, no matter what he said, MY Al would NEVER give me up to the police... Would he?! NO! But.... I was so full of anger and pain bc of his actions, and so full of confusion at the situation unfolding before me. My mind was a mess. I couldn't stop screaming. Screams of both rage and agony. Of anxiety and confusion. Within those screams were words that I couldn't form, within those screams were questions that needed answering. Questions that I was currently incapable of asking, questions that so far had only formed in my own head as "WHAT....?!" and nothing more, while at the same time were intensely more. The detectives took me to the police dept ( which just happened to be on the 3rd floor of the building we were in - thinking about it, the schools were probably kept very safe bc of this ). We were in a completely white hallway and we were each on a rollie-chair ( you know, a chair with wheels ). Instead of walking we were just scooting ourselves along. It's funny now, but in the dream this was a very serious moment and there wasn't anything funny about it at all, lol. Fat Man and I were in the front, side by side. I was still handcuffed, and Fat Man still had a tight grip on my arm as we rolled down the hallway. Tall Lanky Black Man was in the back. It seems there was another guy probably next to Tall & Lanky, but I can't be positive (bc there was no communication w/ him). Im still aggravated and being loud, asking what the hell was going on (though no longer screaming!). Fat Man finally tells me that if I quiet down he'll tell me. He says my dna was found at a bunch of different crime scenes. Specifically, my blood. And since I obviously wasn't a victim, I must be the perpetrater. I got the feeling that the "crime scenes" were not mere burglaries or whatnot. They were murders. Kidnappings. Crimes where ppl were severly hurt. Ok, but there are still so many more questions! What did Al have to do with this, for one?! He knows I wouldn't ever hurt anyone; He knows me! That's when Tall & Lanky piped in. As if reading my mind, he says, "We may have lied in order to make him want to say bad stuff about you. We may have told him that your dna was at all these different places bc you were sleeping with all these different ppl. Once we put the idea into his head that you were a whore who had stabbed him in the back and never loved him, he opened right up." I looked at them all with such disdain and loudly said, "YOU TOLD HIM I WAS A WHORE?! THAT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM?! THAT'S THE WORST THING YOU CAN TELL SOMEONE LIKE HIM! HE'S NOT MENTALLY STABLE ENOUGH TO HANDLE SOMETHING LIKE THAT! YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!!!" I immediately felt bad for yelling at Tall & Lanky, bc as he had told me what they had done, the way he kept looking down instead of right at me, and the way his shoulders slumped and his voice got quieter as he went on, I could tell he felt bad about what they had done. I think he knew as soon as he saw me that I had nothing to do with this. But I was so angry! They lied to Al in order to get him to lie about me! He only said whatever he said in order to "get revenge" on me for supposedly sleeping around w/ a butt-load of other ppl ( which I hadn't ever even done!!! ) Fat Man then said there was "other evidence as well". He said my handwriting - notes that I had 'supposedly' written - were found at all of the crime scenes. But that's all the information they would give me. I started screaming again. I needed more! Why me?!! Fat Man however had had enough of my screaming and hit me over the head with the barrel of his gun and I blacked out. When I came to I was in an office, but there was a bed in it. I was lying on the bed in the arms of a man. He looked similiar to Tall & Lanky. I opened my eyes and sat up, my handcuffs now off. I asked him what I was doing on the bed and what he was doing with his arms around me. I felt violated. As I asked a tall white man in a suit opened the office door and said, "There's a phone call for her. Line 9". I asked, "For me?! Who would be calling me?!" The man from the bed ( let's just call him 'Bed Man' ) pointed to a black landline phone on a small wooden table next to the bed and told me to pick it up. I answered but there was no one there. It wasn't the correct line. I hit one of the buttons on the phone trying to get the correct line. As I did so, Bed Man pushed me off the side of the bed and pulled his gun, pointing it directly onto the side of my head. He screamed at me, asking why I would possibly be so dumb as to push that button?! Did I really think that would change the line?! The line was on line 5, that's why no one was there. On the opposite side of the bed was another phone ( the exact same kind as the first one ). He told me to pick up that one. That one was already set to line 9. With the gun still held to the side of my head I walked around the bed and picked up the other phone. Before I even got it to my ear I heard a woman start screaming for help. Bed Man calmly tells me to hang up the phone. I tell him that there's somebody screaming for help. He says simply, "I know". The woman on the line is still screaming. An older ( but not real old ), gray haired white man ( somewhat attractive for his age ) has entered the room. I am about to protest, to ask if he is sure he wants me to hang up. Doesn't he want to know what this woman is screaming for help for? As I open my mouth to say something, the white man now in the room and I lock eyes. His eyes change from normal human eyes of green to black. Not black like the black-eyed kids but almost purely white with nothing but a small black pupil within the middle of the white. The iris completely disappeared and he blinked as though he had 4 clear eyelids, one in each corner of his eye. I knew then that the monsters had infiltrated the police dept. They didn't care about this woman screaming for help. They didnt care about me. I immediately closed my mouth, saying not a word, and hung up the phone. I honestly didn't know if the man had shown me his eyes on purpose, or if he was even aware that it had happened. I tried to keep my cool just in case he wasn't aware of what I had seen. I just didn't know. I didn't know anything at that moment. There was such confusion and chaos everywhere. Lies & deceit among monstrosities. Who could I trust?! Not the police. Not detectives. Not even the man I love. It was then that I noticed Mike sitting on a bench just outside the office window. Though just a child, barely even a teenager, he wasn't going to allow an innocent person to go to prison! He was here to help me! The door opened and as I walked out he looked at me. I said, "Mike?!" In a voice just a bit deeper than his should be, he replied, "Who's Mike?!" He then immediately changed into that same goo the monster from earlier had changed into. He starts slithering around the office. The people that were unaffected and unaware of what had been going on began screaming and running away. A couple of them began attacking the monster of goo. I was hoping that it had just taken the form of Mike, and hadnt actually taken Mike over. I didn't know what they could and could not do, so all I could do was hope & pray that this wasn't the real Mike as these random ppl began attacking him with whatever they had. One used a taser, another used his gun. And yet another began kicking it. I screamed out, "NO! DON'T TOUCH IT!" but it was too late. The goo had already begun to wrap itself around this young womans legs. Everyone began to try to pull her free, just as the kids had done earlier with Dustin. This time however the goo had not wrapped itself as far up this young woman's legs as the one earlier had with Dustin so its grasp wasn't as tight. Thankfully they managed to free her. They continued attacking this thing until it was dead. -It was then that the kids showed up for real. They started singing, dancing, putting on a show. They all had large balloons. Red, green, yellow. The yellow ones were light enough for me to see that there was something inside. More and more balloons appeared. At the end of the song, all of the balloons simultaneously popped. Confetti along with "the evidence" flew everywhere. They were the notes that I had supposedly left at the crime scenes. The kids had somehow stolen them! They were releasing them now so that they could make sure that everyone could see them, and not just the 'corrupted' officers/detectives. I picked one up and read it. The top three lines were in someone else's handwriting and was in black ink. But then it suddenly changed into my handwriting and the ink was thin and red. How?! I knew I hadn't actually written all these, but this was definitely my handwriting! I recall one part of the note said, "They have the POOP." Was it a "being" posing as me that had written this, maybe thinking that "they have the poop" meant the same thing as "they have our sh*t (a.k.a. "!? "They have our STUFF")"?! It then said, "They have me. They have me. They have me!" I was so happy I got teary-eyed! Maybe the actual good cops could help me now! Bed Man says, "It doesnt matter! We already have you!" A middle-aged woman w/ long straight thick red hair, wearing a business suit/skirt says, "No. We're going to do fingerprint analysis and have a handwriting expert come in. We're going to make sure everything is done correctly and that we 100% have the correct person!" Bed Man yells, "NO! WE HAVE HER!". I say, "It doesnt even matter to you who's innocent. You just want to lock ppl up!" But why me?! That was a huge question lingering in my mind. Why me?! I'm a nobody. I'm a nobody with no connections to anyone or anything. There is literally nothing special about me! I now know that I can trust this red haired woman! I got as close to her as I could and I whisper, "I have to tell you something!" She said, "okay. Tell me." I said, "No, I have to whisper it into your ear! I don't know who's listening and I have to make sure no one else hears this! It's going to sound crazy but please I need you to try to believe me!" She was hesitant but she leaned her head down a bit and put her ear close to my mouth. I tell her about the older white man and his eyes. I tell her he's one of the "beings". She asks me if I'm sure. As she asks, the older white man puts a straw-like item to his mouth and blew. He was going to shoot her with a poison dart! I pushed her out of the way of the dart but we were so close to the wall and I had pushed her so fast and so hard that her head hit the wall and she blacked out. I grabbed her unconscious body and began to run. As I got out of that office I noticed people all over the building were also running. These monsters must be everywhere by now! There were people running in every direction, no one knowing where to go or which way led to safety. With the red headed woman still over my shoulder I ran down different hallways, at one point following one person, and at another point following a different person. Not having even a second to think about where I was going, I simply went wherever my feet took me. Taking a left here and a right there, I didn't know where I was headed. I ended up behind a middle-aged woman with a light brown bobbed hairdo. She was wearing a business suit like the woman I was carrying except hers was a bit "flirtier", a bit more revealing. The skirt was bright red w/ a slit up the side, and the black top with tiny white polka dots had ruffled sleeves. I took a right directly behind her and it led us straight to an elevator. She pressed the button to open the elevator doors and we got on. We were on the third floor and I didn't know whether we should go up or down. Quickly I decided we should go down and get out of this building all-together. I pressed the button for the first floor but it was then that the other woman decided that she wasn't sure if she wanted to be on the elevator or not. She stood in between the elevator doors, one foot within the elevator the other foot without. She was babbling to herself going back and forth between whether she wanted to get in the elevator or to get out. But she didn't make up her mind quick enough. The doors closed on her and the elevator began going up (even though I had pressed 'down'). I just started to see her already squished head split in half when I looked away, knowing that this was not something that I wanted to see. Blood started pouring out of her. I went to the back corner of the elevator farthest away from her thinking I'd be safe from the blood there but I was wrong. Somehow her blood was coming from the entire top of the elevator. It was coming in at all sides, everywhere! And it was so cold! This wasn't right! Her blood should be warm and there shouldn't be so much of it! It was already almost up to my knees, filling the elevator quickly! Somehow the monsters/beings had something to do with this elevator incident. Sure enough, the elevator roof began cracking open. There was a band up there, I believe it was Green Day, but 'monster-fied', playing music as though they were playing a concert as the other monsters began jumping down into the elevator in front of me. The first couple I kicked and punched and knocked them out. But more and more were coming. I couldnt keep this up and I knew it. Up until that point, I thought I had had a chance. But now I knew I was done for. I was going to be turned into one of them. My only hope was that Al had come to his senses, realized that he had been played, and would come to my rescue. But I knew. I knew that wasn't going to happen. The chances were too slim. I knew I was done.

AI generated interpretation This dream seems to reflect a mix of personal relationship issues, feelings of betrayal, and a sense of being unfairly judged. The presence of Al, your partner who fluctuates between loving and spiteful behavior, may represent feelings of insecurity and uncertainty in your waking life relationship. His sudden change in mood and hurtful words towards you could symbolize fears of abandonment or doubts about the stability of your relationship. The intense emotional responses from both anger and pain to confusion and disbelief suggest inner turmoil and a need for clarity and reassurance in your personal life. The presence of the children from 'Stranger Things' fighting off monsters could symbolize your inner strength and resilience in facing challenges or threats in your life. The monsters, with their menacing appearance and destructive abilities, could represent external forces or negative influences that you feel threatened by. The struggle to save Dustin and restore his life may reflect your desire to protect and preserve what is important to you, even in the face of danger or adversity. The involvement of the police officers and detectives in your dream may symbolize feelings of being unfairly judged or falsely accused in your waking life. The lies and deceit perpetrated by the police towards Al and yourself could indicate feelings of being misunderstood or misrepresented by others. The struggle to prove your innocence and seek justice may reflect a desire for validation and clarity in your situation. The presence of the "beings" and the chaos that ensues in the dream may suggest feelings of being overwhelmed by external pressures or unknown forces in your life. The sense of confusion and chaos, as well as the struggle to trust others, could indicate a need to navigate through uncertain and challenging situations with caution and discernment. Overall, this dream may be a reflection of your inner fears, insecurities, and struggles in your waking life. It may be valuable to explore these themes further and consider how they relate to your personal relationships, emotions, and challenges. It could also be beneficial to seek support from loved ones or a professional therapist to help process and make sense of the complex emotions and experiences portrayed in your dream.