5 Mar 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
A weird water tank that pulls me into a cave. The cave is for punishment. A centipede made of snarling crocodile faces and human hands slithers across the cave entrance and the roof to snatch up all who roam in the waters. I escape and climb to the top. When I'm all out, civil war pops off all around me. It's me and fifty others with all sorts of automatic shotguns spraying the locals to pieces and setting free those trapped in other contraptions such as the water cave. It is a biological entity controlling these people. It is a bloodbath. Of course, when we start to succeed, it begs for its life through the mouths of all of its victims, all screaming the same cries for help in sync with each other. Blood, body parts, fireworks, it's a revolution against this parasite that tried its best to punish me in those crocodile centipede waters. We win. I win. Our planet is ours again and all who were being controlled were set free through death. The weirdest part was they were all dressed like colonizers, like high society 1800s wigs and dresses. I was still able to fly. I was resilient. Me and my army all smiled and rejoiced at this liberation.
