The Entity Watches, Can You Wake Up?

Date: 1/30/2023

There was some random disease type thing that was suddenly “infecting” people. It would come in phases, first hitting you with debilitating pain, then turning into delirium/psychosis, then just like this weird comatose trance state where you were still awake and everything but mentally you were just “gone”, and then the cycle would repeat until you went insane and unalived your self or died. My dad and I had found this med vial thing of mysterious off white murky liquid that was the only thing that seemed to hold the symptoms at bay if you injected it straight into your arm. We had this whole group of kids with us of varying ages that I guess were all my younger siblings or something. But since we weren’t entirely sure how much of this mystery medicine was a dose, we had to test it out in my dad before giving it to any of the kids to make sure we didn’t accidentally OD them. And it was so hard to inject it in his arm because we were both shaking from pain and delirium and whatnot and he kept trying to grab it from me because he didn’t know what was going on, but eventually we figured it out. And it seemed to work, you just had to give it again once the next phase hit. We did some math to figure out what a reasonable dose would be for various sizes of kid since my dad seemed to survive his first dose, and then it was this endless task of chasing them down as they ran around the practically abandoned neighborhood (most people unalived themselves really quick I guess) and desperately trying to clean and protect this one singular needle we had, plus trying to ration the vial since we didn’t know what to do when it ran out. I always tried to give myself half doses and only when I really couldn’t take it anymore because I was trying to save it for the kids, and I refused to give my dad anything less than a full dose because without him I knew I wouldn’t be able to take care of all the kids (oh and I think maybe a super elderly grandpa was there too or something?) and ugh everything was pervaded with this constant state of paranoia—the sky always seemed creepily too dark and too gray, and there were never any sound of birds, the air just didn’t feel right like it was too wet or something. And there’s this constant feeling like you’re being watched except we basically never saw any other people. ANYWAY. This was all stressful enough but then we eventually do find this one family that’s still alive. At first we were terrified because we were all paranoid and didn’t know if we could trust people. (Also weren’t sure if we were hallucinating at first) The couple had this like face paint on that was very eccentric and creepy but actually kind of looked cool. They also had these interesting silk outfits on and the whole vibe was almost like a cross between traditional Chinese wear and like a circus performer. First we think it’s like some costume or they’re crazy, but turns out they just have a very particular style and they don’t care if people think they’re weird. (Honestly, mad respect, they were COOL PEOPLE) Anyway, they also had this like young teenage daughter and all of them seemed perfectly fine everything considered. We couldn’t believe it and basically had this whole interview with them to understand how they’d survived. They explain how when you hit the delirium stage you get this overwhelming sense of being watched. And me and my dad are like “yeah we get that, it’s just dulled by the meds”. And they’re like “yeah, we’ll it’s so much stronger unmedicated, like debilitating where you can think of nothing else, and it just really feels like some entity is hovering in the sky just watching you. So eventually we just caved and ‘told it’ we would worship it. And then all our symptoms went away.” And me and my dad just like stare at each other like “bruh”. So the family (who like I said were actually super cool and nice and lowkey wanna be like them as parents they were dope) tell us what they can about this entity they worship, which isn’t much, and worshipping essentially just means entering the trance state phase every once in awhile, except you never remember anything from it so it’s not like it’s traumatic or anything and as far as they know they aren’t like possessed to go do anything while they’re in it or anything. They offer that they’ll try to help us out with whatever we need if we decide to join them in worshipping the entity but it just doesn’t quite feel right so we decline and head back our own house. THEN. Back at our house we finally manage to get this like attic door open (like one of those doors in the ceiling that you pull down and stairs come out) which lead to a second floor of the house. In the process of uncovering and getting it open though I finally found my cat, living in the ceilings or whatever. He’s like super fat but also has random crusty spots on his fur and when I go to pick him up he just like doesn’t recognize me at all and is super evil, trying to tear me up with his mangy claws. I’m really sad that he’s apparently infected or something too, but need to focus on getting the door open to the second floor. We eventually break through and when we walk up it’s just…it’s like stepping into a mirror world. The sun streams through the windows in big warm beams. The air is warm and cozy feeling. Someone is making pancakes and we can smell it. We also hear people! Confused, my dad and I sprint (dazedly hobble) up all the stairs and follow the voices. We find my uncle and cousins happily making breakfast in the kitchen like nothing at all is wrong. We’re stunned to see them and they’re stunned to see us. We were starting to run low on meds and were rationing more at this point so we weren’t entirely convinced we weren’t hallucinating. They assured us they were real and we attempted to explain what we’d been living through but they just looked at us really confused like we were making things up. They could see the state we were in though so believed us enough. We kept asking them how they’d escaped being infected but they didn’t really have an answer. They seemed to have no memory of any widespread disease. Once we told them all about the face paint people though they finally confessed they also worship the entity and have since the very beginning. They assure us that if we give in and worship it that our environment and whatnot will all be pleasant and nice like theirs and life will be good. My dad and I just still don’t feel like it’s a good idea, but grandpa is just kind of tired of fighting things so he says he will worship it so he won’t be a burden to us—and he says it’s our choice what the kids do (I think we only had a few left at this point honestly no idea what happened to the others, I assume they unalived). Suddenly it was like this huge weight trying to decide if it was fair to subject these little like 10 and 6 year olds to ongoing suffering and dangerous injections or just tell them to go live with their cousins. I’m not sure what we ultimately decided because while I was heading back to the stairs, my cat jumped out at me again and attacked me clawing and biting until I woke up. IN ANOTHER DREAM Now I was this 20 something Asian woman named Keihde (pronounced like Katie) or something. I’m in this big modern lounge area in a skyscraper with floor to ceiling windows that overlook a city at night and there are a dozen or so other people my age chatting at various tables. It all feels strangely familiar but I can’t quite tell why. I don’t know any of these other people but they too feel strangely familiar. We’re complaining how our jobs “always send us to Chicago and how it’s lowkey insulting that they assume we’re dumb enough to not realize it’s actually COLUMBUS” (you had to really emphasis that omg it’s Columbus, how dare they send us to OHIO) Everyone laughs. I keep looking around at these various people trying to figure out why they look familiar. Me and this one dude keep catching each others eye and blushing and looking away. I don’t understand why but I can’t help it. But then I start getting these random little flashes of memories when I look at people. I HAVE been here before—in a dream—and I’m dreaming now. The other people stop and listen as I’m working it out aloud and cheer for me when I finally connect the dots. I don’t remember all the conversation but they help me work out what I’m supposed to do to get out of this “waiting room” and back to my real life. I’d figured out that this was essentially the place I would enter anytime I was in the trance/coma phase and it was like a mind prison where the entity would hold me hostage and study my subconscious interacting with an imaginary world as if it was trying to understand how humans worked. I finally figure out that the way to escape was simply to take control, which was possible since I’d already managed to realize that I was dreaming. The other people, who I had figured out were just projections of my subconscious and were in fact “me”, told me I should tell them what to do—control them. So I did, “making” them do things they wouldn’t predictably do and it basically destabilized the entire thing until it all fell apart and I woke up again. IN ANOTHER FRIGGIN DREAM I was still the same woman, but now I was in this small house with a whole bunch of other women who were all getting ready to go somewhere. Big coats and hats and scarves and boots. It was dark outside but I could also tell it was wintery and cold. I felt very confused and not quite sure what was going on but didn’t want to say anything. I was trying to get ready with everyone else but my arms and legs were so sluggish and hard to control. A random horde of like the Mongolian warriors from Mulan started pounding on the doors and everyone started fleeing out the back to escape. I just couldn’t get my limbs to listen to me and just sat there dejected on the floor with one ugg on. I got dragged away by the warrior dudes while everyone else escaped, and they started taking me the opposite direction but then it finally occurred to me that this was a dream too. All I had to do was take control, change something that otherwise would never change in this dream, and it would fall apart. Now my body would listen to me so I easily escaped my restraints and took off flying into the air in the direction of all the women. I focused really hard on changing the weather from snow to rain to melt everything away and warm everything up. I smiled and laughed as it started working and just before I reached the group of women I woke up again, but for realsies! I think. 🫠

AI generated interpretation This dream is likely a reflection of your inner struggle with a difficult situation. It appears that you are in a difficult and dangerous situation that is out of your control and is causing you a lot of stress. You are trying to protect those you care about, but you are feeling helpless and overwhelmed. You are feeling watched and judged and are unsure what to do. You are presented with a difficult choice between worshiping an unknown entity and protecting the people around you, or refusing to worship and subjecting the people around you to ongoing suffering. You are struggling with feelings of guilt and responsibility. The dreams may also be reflecting your feelings of being disconnected from those around you, feeling like an outsider, and the fear of the unknown. The dream may be a representation of your inner struggle to make the right decision in a difficult situation and to find a sense of control and peace in your life.