Creepy dream, good ending
Had the strangest dream and thought I'd share because....how often does shit actually work out like this? Kinda long but stick with it, it gets good.
So in my dream I was like a ghost following these three teens (1 girl, 2 guys, all punk/scene/techno mixed for clothing) around a GIANT library / train station. While there the girl climbs up a ladder to look for a book high on a shelf and comes across a cursed book. No matter how many times she lays it down and picks up another, the book takes its place and leaves a paper cut on her hand somewhere. She brings it down to the boys who groan and tell her she's gotta see him.
Him
That's all they call him. She rolls her eyes and tells them that he isn't that bad but the guys look between one another and you can tell its not good. So they go to a diner and get food because its tradition to offer something to him in exchange for information. And he's apparently to broke to afford real food. Word gets around pretty quick and people are warning this girl to just accept that she can't read anymore instead of going to him.
"Youll get impregnated by his devil spawn"
"He'll kill you for your skin, slowly, piece by piece while your alive"
"He will ruin your life, you'll be so twister you won't want to leave his side."
"Hes the one responsible for all those missing kids you know."
But she just buys some meat and weird plant thing and goes about her business as if she can't hear any of them. She makes the food at her apartment before asking her buddies if they want to go, they don't but they go 'for (her) protection.'
When they get to this place its easy to see it used to be a mansion, just short of a palace. Yet partying and vandalism has turned it into a sort of rave, squatters paradise. Lights are flashing, black lights on in certain rooms, music is so loud you can feel vibrations in the air, people are drinking, partying and sexing it up like its the end of days.
It doesn't phase the girl, she walks right through and finds a white haired young man dressed in blacks and purples. He greets her happily and takes her up to the third floor to where its less loud and crowded. It's a large room, probably meant to be a bedroom suite of some sort. She called him by name, but it was lost to me, as if I was barred from hearing it because of a spell.
She offers him the food, which he accepts happily but doesn't eat right away, offering her some in return for her coming all that way. She declines because she tell he's been eating "fakies", he grimaces playfully like caught in a bad joke and eats like he's starving. When he's done she tells him about the book and shows it to him, he laughs at her for being drawn to the cursed and dark and takes the boom from her, tossing it into a corner and saying he will take care of it.
He picks up a dark, squat bottle and takes a swig before offering her some. She shrugs and takes a drink, I could taste it in my own mouth. It's was irresistibly sweet and creamy, like clouds made of warm sugar and honey, spiced with something forbidden. I wanted more and so did she. She tried to chug the bottle and I could see the horror in the guys face. There was something in the bottle that didn't effect him. He hadn't known.
He took the bottle from her and noticed she had nearly drank the last half, only a few sips left. To keep her from trying to get at it, he drank the last bit and smashed the bottle against the wall. She stopped trying to take it and just...stared at him oddly, like they hadn't met before. He was speaking to her, trying to warn her that the drink had been spiked without his knowing when she kisses him. In her mind he would taste like the drink because he had some too.
At first he gave into it, kissing her back and pulling her close. But something came to his mind and he stopped her, pushing her away and dragging her along by her wrist until he found her two guy friends who got lost along the way.
He demanded they take her home and make her eat "real" food, along with purified water to rid herself of the drug that had been in the drink. She kept begging him to take her back upstairs (and well, do things) and her friends were in shock at how the guy turned her over so forcibly and demanded with a snarl that they don't bring her back, no matter how hard she tried to escape or how much she cried and pleaded.
He would seek her out when he was sure the drug had worn off and he was done with the curse. The boys panicked and hauled her away, the girl acting like a lost puppy: calling and whimpering his name while trying to get back to him. Then it was like I was attached the young man, following him back up the stairs. When he got to his room his nose started bleeding and he looked into a corner where two red eyes were staring at him.
The young man went to the corner where the book was thrown and picked it up, running his hands over it to reveal a silver aura over it, twinged with red.
"I thought you'd like that?" The res eyes purred.
"What? It's what you truly wanted right? Instead of some normie food?"
"I want it to be real, not because of you!"
"You mean the jingjing I put in your drink."
"Dont split hairs, and if you mess with her again--"
"What? You'll cut the ties? You know that's not smart."
"No ones ever claimed I was the brightest."
Thinking about putting this away for a story I had. Reblog, message, drop an annon if you wanna know more
