Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/21/2019
By godseye
It was a dark, snowy day. I got a call about a job for a home interior demolition, and they needed another person. I met the crew at the house, which was in a quiet subdivision. It was the only house on the block with lights on. We walked in through the back door, and the person leading the demolition said everything needed to be removed. We would be basically gutting and rebuilding the house from the inside out. I don’t know exactly how many people were there, but we started tearing apart the interior of the home and I noticed cameras everywhere. The boss said to make sure whatever you do, don’t look at the cameras directly. He didn’t give a reason, but the tone of his voice was convincing enough. We were working very quickly & got to a section of the house which looked like an arcade. I asked if we were going to preserve the arcade games, and one of the men walked past me without saying anything and just blew out the screen on one of the machines. I thought it was quite strange, so I asked what was going on, but nobody answered, they just kept working. All of a sudden I heard loud music coming from a different part of the house. I followed the noise and found a bunch of people having a Hawaiian luau in the kitchen and it was already completely remodeled. Confused, I said I was going to call it a day, and went back to tell the crew I was leaving. Just then, the boss told me I couldn’t leave till the job was done. My blood ran cold. It reminded me of an episode of The Twilight Zone. I turned to walk away, but I was surrounded by the workers. I bursted past them back through the kitchen & down the stairs where we came in to grab my coat but the door wouldn’t open. I had to go back through. I went back upstairs and sprinted through the house, hiding from the cameras and the men. When I got to the arcade room, I ran out where there used to be floor to ceiling glass, into the night. Nobody followed me out, so I went to my car. When I opened the door, my entire interior was filled with snow. I frantically started shoveling it out, and I noticed the music growing louder. I looked back and saw two men at the front door, who looked to be investigators of some sort. One of them presented his badge to the boss, and the three of them talked for a while. I figured that maybe it was a noise complaint, or something worse. Maybe we weren’t supposed to be demolishing this house. I was almost done getting the snow out of my car when one of the officers got my attention. He asked my name, and started asking questions. Where I live, where I’m going, if I’ve ever been in trouble, if I own an ax, what do I know about the house. My dad came up while we were talking and since they didn’t give me time to answer, he was answering the questions too. I asked why they wanted to know if I had an ax. They told me that there was a murder committed inside the house next door and the man they talked to at the door said I was in charge of the demolition. He said that the crew didn’t know anything about the job. They were just there to work and found it strange that I was leaving. Things started getting more and more bizarre. The car I was sweeping out was actually made entirely of snow now, and the officers said they would need to follow me home to take my ax as evidence & then take me in for questioning. I told them I only have an ax at my house to chop firewood and I had no clue about the job. I was called and told to meet on site. I said that I didn’t want them to take the ax because then I couldn’t cut wood for my parents. My dad told them that I had a new Dodge Ram 1500 parked out on the street (which I didn’t know about) so I went along with it and as I was getting in, the officers were gunned down. I ducked behind the vehicle, and my dad motioned towards the back of the truck. The music changed from island pop to dramatic opera. It was louder than ever. I opened the back door of the truck and saw some guns. I threw one to my dad and grabbed two. I asked for cover & dove from the back of the truck to behind the police car, firing off a bunch of rounds. I hit three people then charged in, taking cover and shooting all the men that had tried to stop me from leaving. The boss for the job was shooting and ran downstairs. I gave chase and followed him into the basement. It was pitch black except for the red hot glow of the boiler which reflected off several mirrors. All of a sudden I saw a flash and dodged. He was swinging a sword at me, then disappeared. It was like a maze of translucent mirrors and curtains. I pulled back a curtain, heard movement and fired a few shots, followed by a scream and a crash. I ran through quickly with the pistol aimed in his direction, and quickly saw him propped up against a wall. His shirt was open, and I saw a digital countdown at 16 seconds on his chest. I instantly started running back the way I came, shooting and running through the mirrors to get back. As I was running up the stairs, I heard the explosion & gave it my all to get out. The floor started collapsing around me, and fire broke out all around as well. I was navigating through hell. Finally, I reached the front door which was still open and ran out of the house. I was coughing from the smoke and I had a few cuts from the sword and burns from falling objects. I was laying in the snow in the front yard, the house in flames behind me. My dad walked up & offered his hand to help me up. I heard sirens approaching, and then I woke up.