PHASE TWO

DREAM JOURNAL EXTRACTS

• Monday, 21st of October, 9:00 am
  Part of a journalistic party, I travelled to rural Bulgaria in order to investigate rumours of a cannibalistic hillbilly region, which had been subdued under the experimentations of a madman scientist. Bypassing the various traps set out for intruders, my team of three managed to contact several sane victims that have recently been dragged into the village. Decisive to save them from experiencing the horrors of the place, we managed to create an opening in the fences and the energy barrier of the place, quickly transporting the civilians through the mountainous landscape and to safety. Unfortunately, in our crusade, we were caught by one of the henchmen, who attempted to verbally confront us first, before turning into a state of animalistic berserk (kinda like a werewolf). Struggling to avoid getting bitten, we managed to kill him by mauling his head into the ground, while he cackled in a maniacal fury, calling out for the Alpha. Realising that our time is limited, we rushed to save whatever other villagers on our way out, as we suddenly found ourselves in a humid stone city or, rather, town carved into the face of a mountainous valley. My team had gotten into a car and left for the capital, where a report was to be published in four days, directly broadcasted on national TV. In the meantime, I set out to explore the city and get further away from the house of the Alpha, whose presence loomed behind me. On my way, I met a few of my classmates from school, mixed with the ones from uni. Everyone seemed sad, and, at a closer approach, I was notified that Abbie's mother had died, possibly killed. Offering her a hug, I was suddenly transported to a classroom with the opening of my eyes, where my Fine Art teacher from school was explaining how her brother was a fugitive in Japan, having managed to escape captivity, but had to change his name. My best friend had quickly confirmed this information past a search on the Internet, allowing the idle sitting in the room to continue. Everyone else was asking where the Creative Writing seminar will be next and, snapping my temper lightly at them, I notified my classmates to follow the ones that have already been to that class. And before I was carried out into reality, I strangely noticed that everyone was wearing a white paper cloak, which covered half of one's torso if held by the front. What was its purpose? Perhaps, an indication of stature. Perhaps, a result of the Fine Art class.

• Tuesday, 22nd of October, 7:16 am
  Tonight's dream was not as eventful or, perhaps, I cannot remember much of it anymore due to the frequent awakening from external sources. I can remember myself getting into a car, which seat was uncomfortably for me raised to a higher point. Using the vehicle as a way to escape from some unfortunate circumstances, I found myself carefully driving through a street, content with preserving my role as a regular driver and not getting stopped by the patrolling policemen (since I don't have a license). As I finally got a chance to adjust the seating to my height and legs, I suddenly realised I had driven into the cycling area of the pavement. Shocked by the sudden change of my surroundings, I woke up bitter that I couldn't drive adequately.

• Sunday, 27th of October, 6:27 am
  Waking up for a second time, I've decided to transcribe my thoughts on paper before the memory of my dream fades away. My initial dream at 2:16 am was somehow connected to children as if I was looking after them. Anyway, in this instance, I was transported back to my high school, where a fashion show was to take place. A member of a witch coven, I was tasked with enchanting all the guests into some sort of a ritual. I remember a lot of famous people coming in, or at least some Instagrammers I follow in real life. I believe my ability was to possess one body or another, akin to a banshee, for I had the memory of Demi Lovato (@ddlovato) at one point, but was then within Jodie Harsh's body (@jodieharsh), welcoming Austin (@empty.pools) and explaining the whole ordeal to him. For some reason, I did not seem content with keeping my identity undercover. Perhaps, it was due to some kind of attraction to the above-mentioned gentleman, or even a rebellious nature of my character in that universe. Either way, I remember that the most outrageous event of the night (or rather one of them) was a model wearing a gorgeous garment (golden body-tight nude illusion robe/dress with long floppy feather boa sleeves) could not keep up with her clothes, ending up tripping over. For some reason, this event turned into a worldwide support cause, with everyone starting to post an image of two high heels with a winged eye on them (the shoes she was wearing) as some sort of social movement akin to #WeStandWithParis. Either way, that's that. I remember one of the servants who followed me was a resurrected vermin, whom I decided to burn alive/break the idol of his resurrection in public, after he pissed me off, this way starting a fight with another witch within the order. By the end of it, I remember seeing Ariana Grande (@arianagrande) in my English classroom, becoming a "stone-cold Ice Queen". At the sight of the glass she was speaking/singing to being covered in icy particles, I expeditiously made my way to the end of the corridor, jumping off the window into some sort of a laboratory. I had forgotten my student ID for it, for which another woman laughed at me at, so I had to possess her and seek safety that way. This instance reminds me of something about my first dream that night.  It was something to do with a second invasion of the Ottoman Empire (Turkey) into Bulgaria, helped by the half-breed "pomatzi". I remember I was in my village, hiding away from the patrolling soldiers, while I helped Abbie (again..?) escape her arranged marriage with an officer. I was also saving my dogs there.