okay, here's a recurring dream of mine! (tw/cw: gross imagery, gore, swearing, bugs)
i wake up in an abandoned factory, a different location each time, but always the same room. there's a huge number on the far left in white, chipped paint, but i can never quite make it out. it looks like 006, or maybe 002? anyways, i always walk out the same door. it's small, unassuming, but when i walk into the next room, im surrounded by zombie-looking things. they're humanoid and decomposing, but the ends of their arms have not hands, but long, sharp blades coated in a substance i could only assume is blood. they rush to me, and i run away, and i always recall feeling terrified, like i was scared. but not of the zombies. i was scared of the room i was in when i was surrounded. it looked just like the room i began in, but i can tell that the number is different, only by one digit.
i enter another room, slamming the door behind me, pretty out of breath because i had run across the entire room, which was huge. i lift my head, and notice how the room looks.. completely different. where the other rooms were relatively clean and looked like factory, this was like.. a sewer?? the stench was terrible, i remember it smells like rotting flesh. i hated it. but that was when i heard a laugh, and turn to see a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the sewer, grinning at me. but there was no affection in her stare. she looked at me only with malice, like she was attempting to figure out the best way to torture me, bit by bit. she had long green hair, dark, and it looked like a great diamond shape. she wore a green slip dress with some fancy design on it, and a white fur shawl around her shoulders. her eyes are black, not a hint of life in them, and her teeth are sharp and remind me of a vampire.
she suddenly lunges at me, and only then do i notice the baseball bat in my hand, swinging it and earning a sickening crack. even recalling it, it makes me wince at just how it sounded like i'd broken her skull open. and i had. her skull split open, and she fell to the ground. i continued on, staring at the bat i had hit her with. it had a substance on it, sometimes it was green, others red, but i had the faint feeling it ws blood. what else could it be? and then, something sharp sunk into my shoulder.
it was the woman i'd hit. she wasn't dead, but she looked... disgusting. there were maggots crawling from her now empty eye sockets, the same liquid on my bat pouring from her split skull, revealing no brain, but lots of bugs. lots, and lots of them. they were eating away at her, and chunks of her skin and flesh fell as she grabbed at me. she was like a rotting corpse.
she grabbed my face, giving me a sinister grin, and whispered in my ear, "disgrace."
and then, i woke up.
the dream leaves me so disturbed every time i have it, and certain aspects, like the color of the blood, the number of zombies in the first room, always change. but one thing never does. the word she whispers to me. it's always 'disgrace.'