I had quite the disturbing dream last night. I was a little transient in that I was staying in a building, with another family. It was a similar vibe to a hostel but long term if you needed it. I want to mention it was like couch surfing too.
Basically, no one seemed to own the home, and it had a lot of shipments and old furniture scattered about. We slept on self made lofts and used borrowed blankets. I sometimes shared meals and cleaning responsibilities with the family and the incoming short term strangers.
It was rumored that a tall man owned the property and would sometimes stop in to check on people and to make sure everyone was ok. They said he was really generous and friendly. I was determined to not ask him for any favors unless I was absolutely desperate and in need of medication or something. Even then, there was something about this overly friendly rich man I didn't trust. I would just him rather not be around, or I not be around when he stops by. But since I had been there for so long, he would likely be curious to meet me.
I was making plans to leave within the month and head up north where I had some job prospects and some old friends waiting for me who would house me for a couple of weeks until I made enough income to feed myself and pay rent. I heard some commotion and realized the owner of the property must be in. I didn't want to run away or he might get suspicious that I was gone every time he came. The last thing I could afford was to get kicked out in the winter, one month before I planned to take a bus out of there.
He started greeting everyone and finally got to me and shook my hand in a very gentle way with a smile. I smiled back and tried to act as professional as I could, even though I was living off his land for free. I didn't like being in a position of such need at the mercy of someone else whom I didn't know at all, especially now that we've officially met. I owed him, it was true. But I didn't sign any contracts either. I would just wait to see what was going to happen.
He was polite, asked if I was enjoying myself there, if I needed anything. That he would be available for the next couple of days if I thought of anything. He even offered me some work. But I had no interest in further indenturing myself on side work, nervously waiting for pay or wondering if what I was doing for him was illegal.
When he left, I cleaned up my area, making it ready to grab and go at any moment. I cooked and ate dinner with the family that stayed there. The others had left that afternoon to a new location. It was just us again. Something felt cold and strange though with them. I wondered if they would be leaving soon. I went to sleep in my bed.
I had been drugged. In the middle of the night, the father had dragged my body onto a table and put my head inside of a metal box. He slit the throat of his children and wife. Then walked over to me and took a cement hammer and smashed it onto the metal container where my head resided sloppily 3 or 4 times. He lazily dropped the weight, picked up a small bag he'd packed, and sulkingly walked off. I sat from afar after the first hit, as if my soul had left my body, as if I had died in an instant. I was glad I died so quickly. I didn't understand why he had wanted to hurt me. Why he disregarded his family. He didn't seem happy to do so. When the man crushed my skull, I heard it crack in a couple of places, and almost felt it, without the pain. I tried to distance myself from my body so I didn't have to worry myself with the pain of it's life now that I had moved on. But I was still here. And I was watching.
When I woke up, I was groggy and my head hurt. I was still on the table but had slid a little out of metal box. I must have done this in my sleep, or maybe I had woken once before and only made it a few inches before passing out again. I felt my head and felt the dried caked blood, but I couldn't find the cracks in my skull. It felt like it was approaching the afternoon and the inside of the building was starting to warm a little. The light hadn't yet fully come in through the cracks in the walls.
I got up to walk around, wondering if what I remembered had actually happened. I didn't see the mans family lying there anymore, but I could see what looked like rippled blood stains in the would and cement floor. I thought I saw a bundled up baby in a bloody sheet and when I moved closer to look at it I heard a noise so I ran to hide. The tall man, strong but lean, had walked in and picked up the baby's corpse, its face already rotting and slinking with bugs, and started to bring it out the door to toss into a crate. He turned suddenly and noticed the table I was on was empty. I looked back in a panic for just a moment then smiled, like he knew I was still there and that it was a joke on him. He put the baby in the cart and walked back inside calling for me.
I was scared shitless. He seemed responsible for the murders. I am not sure if he was, but he certainly didn't seem bothered by it, and had possibly disposed of the bodies so no one would find out. What happened to the father of that family? Was he working with him? Did he let him escape? I had a feeling he caught up to him.
I backed up into an empty crate on the ground which made a crashing noise and the man leaped forward and was nearly on top of me. "There you are", with a smile and a long drawn out speech, as if he's speaking to a puppy. I felt like a helpless puppy. I was weak, and didn't have much to defend myself with that he didn't also have within reach. I feared retaliation, but I feared dying without a fight more. So I ran under a shelf and looked for supplies. I found a small bullet and trigger. I didn't know if it would do any good, but perhaps it would injure him enough or stun him so I could run. He I got up and he rushed me, I tapped the trigger and the homemade bullet fired wildly. The shell hit me just as hard as the bullet him him. But he was only wearing a t-shirt so it ripped through and punctured his belly. He looked down a little surprised at my creative thinking, but we both new it was useless without a barrel to focus the bullets energy. He laughed and continued to walk towards me. The last thing I saw before being pulled up was a drill and 2 extra long thick drill bits on the ground, likely meant for drilling cement. I pawed at the drill but missed and grabbed the bits instead as he lifted me off the ground by my jean jacket. He was very strong. Monstrously strong. His eyes were green and they reflected the light in the room, making him look like some sort of demon. I hid my hand with the drill bits waiting for an opportune moment to use them. I was off balance and he was holding me up. He bent down to grab the drill he knew I was after and started walking me towards the wall with it pointed at me chest.
I was truly terrified at that point. I thought, "What a terrible way to die. It likely be a slow death. I should have just died with the rest of them". I figured he wanted to torture me because otherwise I'd be dead already. My goal was to find any way out of this, even if it meant killing myself. I wondered if that's what the families father did, in order to prevent the slow death this man seemed to want from me. He kept yelling at me and he pushed me against the wall obviously fingering the trigger to torment me even further. I just kept waiting for it to go off. I was fed up with the games so I pushed his arm away with my for arm. This seemed to make him laugh. I was his animal and toying with me, making me resist him, was part of his game. He held me closer which got the drill away from my chest. He started to lift it back up to my neck and pushed hard. I wondered if he would avoid the jugular on purpose. I started to cry. I banged on his chest and screamed to let me go.
He finally lost his grip for a moment and dropped the drill. I took my hand out from behind my back and shoved the bit into his eye socket. It felt weird like the drill was working it's way around the eye ball and into his skull. The man just stood there, still awake, like this wasn't bothering him one bit. I only wanted to do as much damage as I had to to run away, but if this isn't phasing him, then I must do much more. So I pushed the drill bit all the way in and twisted what I hoped was his brain. He still awkwardly held on to me. I stared at him in shock and he just laughed in my face. "Is that all you've got, honey! You're going to have to do a lot more then that". So I grabbed the second much larger drill bit and took out his other eye, hoping that if he couldn't see me, I might have a chance, no matter how strong he was.
This made him scream frantically. I don't think he expected my resistance to have such an effect on him. I pushed him away and started to run to the door, tripping over all the wood planks and 2x4's on the floor. I got to the door and saw him rushing behind me from the darkness, so I closed the door and held the handle tight. I felt him pull one sharp pull. When the door opened just a moment inwards, I thought I saw a green flash on the handle and was convinced I was done for. But the handle of the door didn't pull again. This time the entire door shattered in an explosion from the mans body. I had never seen such a thing. It was if he exploded from within in a rage and blew up the whole door instead of fidgeting with or pulling the knob. What the hell is this guy?
I ran down the hallway but was convinced at this point I wouldn't get away. I couldn't think of the safest door to go through. The stronger one that leads into another warehouse? Or the thin one that leads to the outside, a half mile from town? I ran for the warehouse looking for the closest form of safety. Maybe I'd be able to get a better perspective or be able to hide in the dark long enough for him to take a break so I can run. I ran into the warehouse and locked the thick door behind me. He would have keys but it might take him a while to find. Especially being blind. I got high up into the rafters before he finally got the door open. A new calm was about him. He was strolling casually and taunting me. He walked and talked like a man with a confidence who knew he had everything he wanted, and that the world bowed down to him if not by request, then by demand. He got what he wanted. He knew where I was. I couldn't hide, so I yelled out, "What do you want from me"? He responded, "Oh! Well, I want your life". "So why haven't you just killed me yet, I know you can". He said, "Now what would be the fun in that"? My heart sank at hearing this. He did want to draw this out.
I didn't want to make it easy on him, I wanted to make it easy on me. So I agreed to let him coax me down. When I got down one of his eyes had healed and the other was on it's way to healing. I asked how, figuring I was allowed to start a conversation now that I surrendered. He looked at me sharply and gripped hard on my arm. I was sure it would bruise and wondered if it would leave finger marks. "Wouldn't you like to know, you little dumpling". I didn't like that word choice. It really scared me. I didn't know who he was or how long he'd been around. I wondered if he was a cannibal. He saw the fear in my eyes and smiled. He told me we were going to a party. Ok, one more day of living. And I was hungry.
It was a casual barn party. He only asked that I changed my shirt since I was covered in his blood. He didn't bother with his, he just put on a jacket. He seemed to be accustomed to being covered in blood. I didn't know any of the people there, and he didn't seem to be interested in introducing me. So I was free to scavenge the food display. There were crackers and tarts and cheeses and even caviar. I scooped up a tray and went just outside the door to eat. I caught a glance from him just before I stepped outside. He looked at me as if saying, "Don't go to far now. You know I will catch you". I didn't want to give him any reason to punish me unless I thought I could truly escape for good. So I stayed within range. A sun bleached long haired flower child looking girl came outside and saw me and decided to start a chat. I am never usually interested in chatting it up with self obsessed strangers at parties, but she seemed really friendly and it might be a while before I get to speak to anyone again. So I stayed vague but friendly. We laughed a little, until the man came outside to see what we were up to. He knew the girl and they greeted each other happily. He gave me a glance again wondering what we could have possibly been talking about since we didn't know each other. He waited till she said my name, "Oh do you know Cat?". "Yes, of course I know Cat, we are old friends. I'm surprised you two don't know each other." "I don't get out very much", I added. He smiled in my direction approvingly.
"Yes, well, I'm trying to get her to be more social. It's always good to have friends. Perhaps I'll bring her around one of these days to one of David's events", he said.
"Oh to the gallery! That would be wonderful!".
They seemed perfectly fine carrying on without me. But I didn't want to be rude.
"How about it Catherine, it's Catherine, right?" "Sure", I said.
Catherine, these kinds of people love to sound formal. The man found a polite way to send her off and back into the party so that we would be alone. I suddenly didn't want to be alone with him and had an urge to rush back inside after her, even though the fake socializing wasn't much better. I turned around the corner to head back into the kitchen but he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. My immediate instinct was to shove him and run but he grabbed my arms and pinned them to the wall as well. I just stood there defeated, wishing he'd get it over with. "Seems you've made a friend", he said. "I was under the impression you weren't the kind to make friends so easily".
"It's always good to have friends", I repeated back to him, wondering if my comment would make even the slightest suggestion that I might be missed if I go missing, which I knew wasn't true. Since I had moved to that area, I hadn't been in much contact with my family and friends. It was once every 3 months between phone calls or letters and I didn't keep them that close. They didn't know exactly where I was because I didn't want to worry them. I was residing on the hope that everyone would get better once I moved back. It would take them a long time to know I'd gone missing.
"Well, I think it's time we head back. Don't you". I didn't say anything. I was scared what that meant. I sunk again, but clinging to my bitter happiness that my last meal was at least a good one. He walked me back to the property and pushed me inside. He locked me in and left. I knew I could find a way out, but I decided to snoop around inside instead. I am not getting anywhere unless I kill him. That is the only way.
I found the table I was laying on the first time I died and noticed a container was underneath it. It had very thick walls on all sides but one side was cracked open, probably from him slamming me into it earlier. I pulled back some of the wooden planks and thought I saw movement inside. I was afraid he was storing some kind of wolf or wild animal that was going to lash out the second it was free. But if that were the case, I feel like I would have heard it by now banging around or begging to be fed. I kept pulling the pieces of wall aside until I saw it. It was the head of an elephant. Not only that, but a living baby elephant. It was swinging its head back and forth and looked at me with groggy eyes. It wasn't violent, it was sweet. I coaxed it outside and avoided its heavy feet. It had trouble walking for a little bit, then seemed fine. What the hell was it doing in a shipping crate? How did it survive not being cared for. It was some special animal. It seemed smart, but sad. I decided this was what the man was hiding. That perhaps this animal was the source of his power. That maybe this animal was what had healed me. I asked the elephant if it understood me and it groaned. I asked if it was what had helped me live. It swung it's head around in a dance. I thanked it. I asked if this man was imprisoning it and the the elephant shrieked in a cry.
I decided the best way to get back at him was to free it. So that's what I did. I found my way out, like I knew I could. And knew that he would have to choose between me or the animal. That if he really wanted that animal, he couldn't come after me. And if he wanted me dead, he would risk losing this magical wild animal. I grossly misunderstood the situation.
When I led the elephant outside, it was temporarily blinded by the light of the sun. I didn't know how long it had been locked up. It didn't run right away, I had to try and guide it. A large truck showed up and a bunch of men with guns hopped out. They said they were taking the animal. They knew about it and had wanted it a while for testing and tried to shove me out of the way. The blond tall man showed back up in complete shock that his prize was outside and that I seemed to have made it happen. He screamed at the men and said they'll never get the animal. At the sound of the mans voice, the elephant screamed. A green mist seemed to come from it's mouth and it's eyes squinted and it looked like it was ready to bolt was backing up. Everyone covered their ears in pain and when they looked back up, had their guns ready to shoot. I screamed "No!", not sure if what I had done was end this animal's life. I didn't know what to do. The man looked at me with frustration and anger and walked over to the men's truck and lifted it and tossed it. I was in so much shock I didn't know what to do. They started firing on him and he started taking the bullets in his chest and screaming with rage at them. The elephant screamed again and ran to the back wall. Everyone paused for a moment and split their priorities. I was trying not to get shot, or get my ears blasted out, or trampled. I had just released a commodity onto the world and now all the greedy mother fuckers that wanted it were fighting in the streets over it. And the animal would likely not come out of this alive. I wondered if it was the right decision. If maybe this animal should have stayed locked up with this evil man where it wouldn't be harmed and would stay in hibernation until one day when it could safely be freed. Or if when this man ran out of things to torture, he would turn on it and it would suffer worse then it will today.
I didn't know what was going to happen, but at least it had a chance out here in the battle to make choices for itself. Like me, it could run. Or fight. Or give in. Or scream. Or die. With neither decision being any certain way to freedom or success. I wanted to run away. I wanted to climb the walls. I wanted to get out of there. I was still figuring out what to do when I woke up.
EDIT: I figured I would try to explain what I think was happening here. I think the father of family had found out that the man was going to torture and kill us. And that running would do no good. We were all the longest tenants of the place, and he knew our fate had to do with something that was in the box. So, him killing his family, and me, was a mercy killing. In my opinion, the elephant radiates power. She had been giving it to this bad man for so long. I believe he had been with her for so long the effects were starting to show in his eyes. When we were killed and bled out, we bled out the power she had given us which was still quite minor, enough that we never got sick. But, when I died and bled on top of her. She chose to focus her power and save my life. This meant the man could no longer just kill me, or the power she gave me would be lost. He obsessed over this power and didn't fully know how it worked. He had to figure out another way to end me that would preserve the power given to me that might forever be lost if I were to just die. He knew that to bring someone back to life must have taken a lot of the animals power and he wasn't willing to lose it. That is why he couldn't kill me right away anymore, even though he wanted to. I think he had been living a long time. The elephant looked quite young and smooth skinned, but I believe she was quite old too. And I think she didn't like the fact that he kept her for himself. She was happy to share her power with someone else when given the chance. In other news, the reason why I could hold the door shut, was the green mist of her power coming through me. Once the man saw it, he knew I had officially absorbed her power and he would have to break the door instead of opening it to get through. He knew how powerful the power could be once it manifested itself into a green glow. He was so strong because he had been absorbing her power for so long. I was only in the beginning phases of the possible gifts she had to give.