I was in this world where humans had the abilities to change into monsters. Monsters, as in actual, terrifying beasts, because if you think about it, putting Pokemon into the context of the real world would be quite terrifying, because creatures with with claws and fangs would be able to just hunt you down.
But I loved that dream. It's up there on my Favourite Dream List, which only has two at the moment - this one, and the one where I dreamt I was spider-man.
I'm not saying I had nightmares for my other dreams (that were non-violent), its just that they were deeply unsettling and I made to forget about them as soon as I woke up. I can still remember, though. Like how a robot made to look like a human is unnerving because there's something wrong with them (look up: uncanny valley), a dream in which the real, everyday world is messed up and twisted (and it's not even Alice in Wonderland kind of twisted, just, wrong) is frankly, horrifying.
By that sentence, then those dreams must actually be nightmares, huh?
But I'm getting sidetracked. Back to my dream. I was a creature like this:
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| Weird little guy, huh? Kinda creepy too. |
It was something like Gengar. But not quite. The skin colour was darker then a Gengar. The creature was less... cartoonish. The most prominent features, as far as I could see (because there was no mirror) were my claws.
And my very loud roar.
The most wonderful part was, obviously, the creature that I would grow up to be (evolution, like in games, ya know?) - a big, powerful, purple, gothic and fearsome looking dragon that I only managed to glimpse slightly.
And like in games, there was also this boss that I had to fight and defeat.
See, I think I was travelling in this group of five, and we were running, with me in the lead, this maze of pathways between HDB's in Singapore. Every now and then a loud, magnifying roar would shake the grounds, a challenge to me, but I'll still charge on (to my might foe) without stopping. I'll roar back, and here's the thing: I couldn't roar. It wasn't a loud and proud monster roar. It was the weak roar of a human being who didn't know how to roar and knew it.
But I roared (badly) on, regardless - and here's where it starts to get a little hazy - I find my foe and it's a human, and I'm not really sure what happened, but I had to try again.
So I did, and this time, when I roared, I fucking roared; I jumped over downhill highways, roaring and thundering all away with my still-human friends to meet my foe in a cheap small shopping centre.
I must have ran up some escalators because I was not on level one and as I charged down one direction, someone picked up the scent on him and we all backtracked and turned right, dashing to one of the shops that contained a middle-age man wearing a doctor's coat, aka my foe.
I don't remember his face, I don't remember anything much of what he did, but I remembered the feel of his face in my hands, my paws, my claws, I remembered how much the texture of it felt like rubber. I remember digging my claws everywhere: I was smaller then him, but I was so much more powerful, because I have my claws, I have my claws. I remember drawing blood, lots of it, anytime and everywhere he tried to squirm to, I clung onto him, drawing more and more blood, snarling, growling, ripping skin and flesh, etc.
I remember walking up to him as he slumped shivering and bleeding on the wall, when my assault on him was finally over (because he didn't get me at all). I remembered I was grinning. I was happy, I was proud. I did this. I defeated him. He couldn't do anything against me. He was powerless. My proudest moment, ever, in dreamland. I was fucking delighted. Never again will he look down on me, or threaten me, or roar louder at me. No more.
And then I woke up, and the dream was so good, that I had to write down the best moments of it - keep it as a record - the feeling of ripping flesh, beneath my claws.
