Vivid

Date: 11/15/2017

I was dipping in and out of consciousness on the couch for several hours, having numerous, seemingly but vaguely interrelated dreams. This one in particular began by there being a sort of "drone camera effect" and then I saw through a front door, what I saw on the other side was a scantily clad woman, blonde, fairly attractive. She was adorned in a long, tight pencil skirt, with beige high heels, and a similarly colored bra. Her hair was "big" in the 1980s sense. The door I saw through in question, along with the front porch, evidently appeared to indicate that this room was at my apartment complex. There was a look of great concern on the woman's face, and she held a brick phone in her left hand, adjacent to her face. Her children, anywhere from 4 to 12 kids were gathered around her, equally concerned and frightened. In the next shot, the woman was walking towards what was presumably a television. At this point, my POV changes entirely, and suddenly I am watching this scene unfold by watching it on TV. My brother sat next to me as we watched. Our POV seemed to be looking out from her TV. She had a look of increasing concern, and while my dreams are mute, I felt as though I could hear her reading out an email she had been sent off of her TV. It said something to the effect of, "I don't know why you sent me off like you did, but I'm coming back. see you soon." and with that, the woman approached a bean bag, placed neatly in the center of the living room, directly facing the TV. Her expression grew increasingly hopeless, horrified. She collapsed onto the bean bag, as she did so, her head fell off and rolled onto the floor. It then quickly decomposed. At this point, my brother begins to laugh in an absurdly boisterous and psychotic manner. with the woman's face falling apart into a bloody mess, her eyes effectively exploding, her entire head was now messily strewn about the living room floor. Shortly thereafter, many lobsters appeared from her head's remains and carried most of them off. In the next shot, my brother and I were in the woman's living room, and most of her head's remains were on the floor again. I looked over to my brother, and made a remark on how he can laugh at anything, he briefly glanced at me, but then simply returned to laughing hysterically, his gaze directed at the "popped" head. Blood, brains, assorted head tissued, it was all scattered about. I inspected the remains, and then attempted to put the head back together, when I had finished trying, the head suddenly turned into a mask. A mask made of a felt-like material, and now her facial expression was that of a psychotic smirk. I glanced around the room, frightened, and placed the mask back down. Finally, I awoke from my dream due to getting a phone call.