dream of pregnant woman
Sep. 10th, 2013 01:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinepentheI am cashier. My superior who wears a black suit with shoulder-length black hair cares for me the most out of the rest of my co-workers. He embraces me from behind and I lean into it; I'm not sure what feelings I have for him but I like it. He tells me he'll show me why my co-workers aren't good, and we make our way stealthily to peek on my co-workers. We must be stealthy because around us is a sort of shoot-out; it's a dangerous place. What I see of my first co-worker is him standing on the table, and I conclude he won't live long if he behaves like this for work.
After checking on my co-workers and seeing their unimpressive work behaviors, it isn't long before the place is being infiltrated. I don't know what happens to my superior but we are separated and I am forced to jump out a window and seek safety. I land on grass, on the left side of what looks like my house and my neighborhood. However, things aren't exactly the same; I figure this because I make my way to the backyard and the deck is larger than it really is, and I sneak under and hide there, curled into the darkness. It's probably evening and I hope I won't be found. A couple of adversaries come on by from the left, and I see a flashlight spot flicking back and forth (or maybe there wasn't, can't remember). They are talking and when they're just about to walk past me, one mentions they should probably check underneath the deck, so they look. I freeze as the flashlight goes on over me, but they don't notice me and walk on, leaving. Relieved, I don't question it, but just sink in the gratefulness of it. But just as I do, I realize I'm not alone under: there are corpses here and there, and probably a few other people alive, in the same situation as me. We're all afraid. We were able to escape detection thanks to the corpses; we must have been mistaken for corpses.
At a point, the surroundings have slightly changed. If I follow the logic, it appears that there was another large deck across, allowing more space to hide under. I moved there. It's also more crowded there. I was hiding on the very top left side, and if I remember right, someone offers me a space to sleep in. There's a yellow blanket for me to lay on. As I lay there, a woman I apparently know arrives from the right side of the house I jumped from, and enters next to me. She's got black short hair, looking tired and stressed from finding a place to hide. Pregnant, she takes my spot on the yellow blanket, squeezing her way in.
I can't remember what triggered this, but suddenly everyone around takes interest in the tired woman, approaching her with menace. Something tells me they want her baby. I get up, and I hear the woman pleading me not to leave and help her, but for some reason her desperation doesn't register within me--probably concerned just for my safety--and I leave, coming out from underneath the deck. At this point, I know they've dug into her stomach, took her baby, and eaten it. I hear the woman's cries and screams, and as I've reached the sidewalk and make my way out of the neighborhood, she's miraculously escapes and chases me. She is screaming at me NO, and how I wouldn't get away with this.
The chase is terrifying, and I know the woman's physical form has become more deformed. She's fast and I can't shake her off. As I reach the end of the street, that's when the environment changes to its own and no longer part of my neighborhood. I jump here and there and try to make twists and turns to lose her, including jumping down into a tunnel decorated with weeds, moss, overgrown plants. She keeps catching up to me.
The more I run on, the more the surroundings keep changing. At a point, I'm climbing up, jumping platform to platform and there are fishnets hanging everywhere and there are no walls and one can only see pitch black in the distance all around. The woman tells me she'll kill me, and this sparks me to oppose, aggressively responding she can't kill me; I'll kill her. So finally, I stop, turn around, grab a fishnet and force it over her so that she can't overpower me. I feel powerful, not intimidated, and completely confident. Here, I'm about to strike a powerful blow into the woman's stomach with my hand as I wake up. Intuition tells me I did manage to finish my blow although I've already woken up; I was not interrupted. I had killed her.
After checking on my co-workers and seeing their unimpressive work behaviors, it isn't long before the place is being infiltrated. I don't know what happens to my superior but we are separated and I am forced to jump out a window and seek safety. I land on grass, on the left side of what looks like my house and my neighborhood. However, things aren't exactly the same; I figure this because I make my way to the backyard and the deck is larger than it really is, and I sneak under and hide there, curled into the darkness. It's probably evening and I hope I won't be found. A couple of adversaries come on by from the left, and I see a flashlight spot flicking back and forth (or maybe there wasn't, can't remember). They are talking and when they're just about to walk past me, one mentions they should probably check underneath the deck, so they look. I freeze as the flashlight goes on over me, but they don't notice me and walk on, leaving. Relieved, I don't question it, but just sink in the gratefulness of it. But just as I do, I realize I'm not alone under: there are corpses here and there, and probably a few other people alive, in the same situation as me. We're all afraid. We were able to escape detection thanks to the corpses; we must have been mistaken for corpses.
At a point, the surroundings have slightly changed. If I follow the logic, it appears that there was another large deck across, allowing more space to hide under. I moved there. It's also more crowded there. I was hiding on the very top left side, and if I remember right, someone offers me a space to sleep in. There's a yellow blanket for me to lay on. As I lay there, a woman I apparently know arrives from the right side of the house I jumped from, and enters next to me. She's got black short hair, looking tired and stressed from finding a place to hide. Pregnant, she takes my spot on the yellow blanket, squeezing her way in.
I can't remember what triggered this, but suddenly everyone around takes interest in the tired woman, approaching her with menace. Something tells me they want her baby. I get up, and I hear the woman pleading me not to leave and help her, but for some reason her desperation doesn't register within me--probably concerned just for my safety--and I leave, coming out from underneath the deck. At this point, I know they've dug into her stomach, took her baby, and eaten it. I hear the woman's cries and screams, and as I've reached the sidewalk and make my way out of the neighborhood, she's miraculously escapes and chases me. She is screaming at me NO, and how I wouldn't get away with this.
The chase is terrifying, and I know the woman's physical form has become more deformed. She's fast and I can't shake her off. As I reach the end of the street, that's when the environment changes to its own and no longer part of my neighborhood. I jump here and there and try to make twists and turns to lose her, including jumping down into a tunnel decorated with weeds, moss, overgrown plants. She keeps catching up to me.
The more I run on, the more the surroundings keep changing. At a point, I'm climbing up, jumping platform to platform and there are fishnets hanging everywhere and there are no walls and one can only see pitch black in the distance all around. The woman tells me she'll kill me, and this sparks me to oppose, aggressively responding she can't kill me; I'll kill her. So finally, I stop, turn around, grab a fishnet and force it over her so that she can't overpower me. I feel powerful, not intimidated, and completely confident. Here, I'm about to strike a powerful blow into the woman's stomach with my hand as I wake up. Intuition tells me I did manage to finish my blow although I've already woken up; I was not interrupted. I had killed her.