Dreaming in Digital

I had two dreams that connected during a nap. When I woke up from the first half, I was scared, but I couldn't leave the dream without an ending.

My husband and I lived in the countryside, and we've become good friends with our neighbours. They were a family of four with two dogs - two black and white French bulldogs. The wife was beautiful with blond hair cut short to her shoulders, and her husband had dark, ash blond hair ¹. They had two children - a son and a younger daughter. When I visited, it was near the end of autumn. It was still light out, and the children had arrived from school. It was extremely windy this day, and my long hair and knee-length, blue dotted skirt would fly about as I knocked on their glass, back door. I was let in by the husband, who was around his late 30s, into their kitchen. The walls were white, and brighter with the sun's light. The counter tops were wooden in a walnut finish.

The children put their empty lunch bags on the kitchen island, as the mother started on dinner. They were a warm, loving couple. The kitchen slowly grew darker, as clouds covered the sun, and the wind became stronger. Soon, it was dark, even though it was only late in the afternoon. I had a bad feeling about what was about to happen, and when I looked at the parents, they were quite alert as well. The children ran into the kitchen, scared too. We heard the wind swirl outside, saying something in a low voice, and soon the back door shattered. The wind came in like a miniature tornado, as if taking slow, arrogant steps.

Something dark and oozing began covering the crème tiled floor, so we all ran high into the house, into the little girl's bedroom, closing the door behind us. The ooze followed us quickly, seeping under the door, and we all stood on the bed, as if it were a boat. I tried to grab one of the dogs and lift him up on the bed, but he was heavy, and as soon as the ooze wrapped a slimy tendril around his leg, he was yanked from my grip. Before I fell in, the father grabbed me, pulling me to safety. We watched the dogs melt into the darkness, their yelps becoming angry growls, and their bodies transforming into dog-shaped sludge.

I thought we'd all die, or worse, be covered in this filth and become some kind of monster. Thoughts flew though my mind: would we become something like zombies, where we'd transfer this disease to others and convert them into a being like us? Would we take over the world, and would human-kind become extinct? I wondered about my husband, and cried in my head for him to come save us.

We all heard a loud bang from the door, soon followed by a large axe shattering it open. It was my husband (not Cookie, though), and as soon as he saw me, he smirked cockily, but reassuringly. My heart stopped for a second, thinking 'that was the sexiest smile I've ever seen' ². He slashed through the dogs in a quick swipe, then dragged his axe on the floor, creating a clean path from the bed to the door. He reached a hand for me, and I hastily took it.

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¹ The parents looked very much like the parents from Kyle XY.

² Please, no. No. No. Darius from League of Legends. I can't remember the face anymore, but he was the first one I thought of when I woke up. Please, brain. Don't do this.