<July 2nd, 2009>
~ An “Afternoonmare” ~ (I don’t like to call it nightmare because it takes place during the afternoon = = )

--- Often in my dreams, my own identity and that of the others change constantly. Also, the plots tend to be incoherent and randomly connected. Please do not try to interpret or analyze this dream for me, because I could pretty much do it myself. =_= Remember, this is just one very fucked up dream done by a similarly fucked up person. BIG WARNING: SOME PEOPLE MIGHT GET EXTREMELY OFFENDED BY THE FOLLOWING CONTENT!!! ---

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I opened the bags of meat which I bought from the supermarket. Instead of being the meat I wanted, the things inside turned out to be a bunch of mutilated human flesh. Shocked and disgusted, somehow I still managed to chop and slice them just to make sure that they were indeed from humans. My floor was then covered with pieces of body parts and green humours. I turned on the news and found out that there’s a massive homicide unleashed. Women were the targets and the intention of this homicide was to exterminate all females on this earth.

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I was hiding in a room and lying on the ground, hoping that no one will come in and see me. Unfortunately, a few people entered into the room. At first, I thought I was going to be raped or something. When I glanced behind me, there was a huge glass window out of nowhere. I looked outside and saw fire almost everywhere, spreading across the roads and the distant view. People were screaming, killing others, or wandering aimlessly with their eyes displaying ghostly hollowness and a deep sense of turmoil. I then discovered a guy out there whom I thought I could trust, so I hit the window very hard in order to get his attention. He noticed my presence, and I could tell from his poignant eyes that he wanted to help me but he just couldn’t. He sadly walked away. Distressed, I realized that the people inside the room were putting wax all over my body. I sensed a great ominous feeling, and before the dark unknown was about to happen, I broke the glass behind me with all my strengths and escaped.

Outside, the sky was dark red. I was walking among the chaotic crowds and trying to figure out what exactly caused this unspeakable horror.

People were murdering each other in a state of primitive and ritual-like rapture. As one killed another, the head of the one being killed grew out from the back of the killer’s head. Soon, the entire street was full of people who had two heads with each face carrying an agitated smile on them and walked “backwards”. Sometimes a limb from the dead would also emerge from a face of the walking one.

Most of these people started to line up in the same direction and took the same path. One by one, they began to enter a tight cement tunnel. As they entered, they yelled out God’s name and became even more excited. Their consciousness were amplified and unified; their frenzy faiths in God were intensely united, as if a life-transforming ceremony had been completed after they got out of the small channel. Going through this tunnel seemed to grant these people with unhuman qualities and powers. The ones that were physically distorted became even more so. Some grew huge grotesque wings from their backs; some were crawling on the wall; some obtained bizarre super strengths, and some had organs enlarged, mutated or multiplied. They were chanting in violence and free-forming themselves in a religious ecstasy.

The main river in the city was filled with blood and dead humans. The deceased could be found everywhere; in wet soils; in wastes; in feces. There were many monks scavenging and gathering in groups. These monks went through the piles of corpses. They sucked the dicks of the dead males; had sexual intercourses with them, and sometimes with each other. Aside from this, there were several Jewish people sitting and talking with serious facial expressions on them inside a poorly built wooden house. They had their own religion and appeared to be unbothered by the rest of the world. They had not committed any violent or lecherous act. Even though they despised the corruptions that took place out there, these Jewish refused to leave the small house and do something about it. Thus, they remained isolated and detached. The whole scenery on the land was loaded with deformed creatures growing and reproducing; covered with libidinous behaviours that went completely out of control. Someone whispered to me: “this is called ‘the myriad life-forms of the emerald flow’, for anything could come to life from this bloody river and you could witness all kinds of people there”. I shivered.

One reporter came along in this mess and talked to one of the monks. This monk was very young-looking and had light-blue hair. He was just searching for the “appropriate” dead male during the sexual scavenging, and he seemed to be the only one who had this sort of standard. He had always tried to find the body features that resembled that of a guy called K-Tiin. His fellow monk friends thought that he had longed to become like this person. What they didn’t know was that, not only did he wish to be like him, but he had a secretly deep fascination and love for this man…

K-Tiin was a free-spirit who was passionate about life. He was physically strong and naturally tanned. He had a horse which he traveled and lived with and was also his best friend. His sun-like charisma shined like spears of golden lights when he was riding the horse among the vast fields. He could be almost invincible once he was on the back of the horse…

One day K-Tiin was captured by the insanely religious and physically deformed people (mentioned above in the fifth paragraph) and was raped. The young and light-blue-haired monk knew about this and was in great rage. He decided to avenge for him and end this once and for all, so he sent out seven of his warrior friends to kill those people. Others worried that merely seven soldiers might not be able to defeat a large number of powerful beings. The young monk replied: “seven is enough to finish up those lowlifes”.

These seven soldiers included both males and females. They were dressed in Power-Rangers-like suits, but much more elaborate. Each of them held extraordinary powers that could not be underestimated. Their movements were extremely agile, and every one of them had a pair of swords that were made of light carried in each of their both hands. As they fought those evil human-monsters whose body sizes were much larger than them, there were Anime songs and techno-styled J-Pop music playing in the background. Just like what the young monk said, they successfully destroyed the monsters.
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--- The above was just a portion of my dreams that occurred during that afternoon. The other portions were too disconnected from the main plot; too bloody to describe, and too hard for me to remember. Therefore, I’ll just leave it like this for now. ---