The Bizzare Life Of Heidi Parr

You ever blown your head off in your dream? Like a bunch of giant mutant canibals trap you in a warped version of your house and start tearing people out left and right? No? Oh. Well, for once one of my dreams seemed to be organized enough that it's actually describable, and actually kind of terrifying. 

So, I was hanging out in a slightly off version of my house. Instead of being a single story, it was a two story house that had clearly been recently renovated. On story numero dos, a about 15 strangers and myself were discussing something, when there was a scream for somewhere all too close. As I look outside, I see a giant, grinning, humanoid type monster grinning in through the sliding glass back door looking over the porch with ease. It looks me in the eyes for a moment, then grabs a middle aged woman staring, frozen in fear. Everyone else on the porch scatters in an attempt to get anywhere safe, but are quickly swept up by hands from all sides of the wooden structure. Clearly, there was more than one giant.
A thought passes through my mind, "How did they get through? How are there so many?" Then I hear people downstairs screaming. Everyone near me was panicking, crying, and searching for something to use as a weapon. Since it's my house, I know where a single weapon is. A gun. I know that for whatever reason, guns won't be affective against the giants. But I also know I don't want to die by being eaten alive. When I pull out the gun, everyone cheers. "You've saved us!" A man cheers. I shake my head. "The only place these bullets are going to go is in my head. Come with me if you want a quick death instead of being eaten alive." Everyone looked at each other, and I could tell by their expressions that they wanted to fight. 

At that same moment, the door from downstairs recieves a hard BANG. Just from the crunching, gurgling, sounds that followed, it was clearly someone who had tried to flee and failed. I use this moment to make my escape. Ripping the door open, I stomp the eight food giant square in the back and momentarily flatten it to the once comrade, and run towards the garage door. 20 feet. 10 feet. I look to my left before the wall interupts my sight, just in time to catch sight of a blood bath. All 40 people living here had been crudely dismantled. Running passed further, I reach the garage and slam the door behind me. Sitting on the concrete step, I avert my eyes down, but see much further. Everything that I ever was flashes before me. Failures, successes, loved family and friends, and I let that all go. I stick the barrell of the gun in my mouth, and close my eyes and gently squeeze the trigger. I feel an indescribable heat and force for only a moment, but a moment was enough. I haven't had a lot of dreams where I can physically feel them, but I could feel the instant my skull cracked and the lights went out. I never thought a dream could actually traumatize me like that. Oh, and I'm not done.

After pulling the trigger, I was suddenly in an immensely gorgeous bed, in the same old grimy garage, in the same spot. I felt so peaceful. Just in the space of the bed was light, coming from no direction. Just present, existing light. I look to my right and see the same monster I saw before on the porch, but it's different. The smile is almost more menacing, and somehow so welcome. He's holding my hand, which is still holding the gun, but gives no pressure to my hand and he has no care about the device. He slowly leans in, maintaining eye contact, and I know he is aiming for my neck. I stare at him right back and give him the warmest. happiest smile as I pull him in for a hug and he tears me to shreds.

And that's that. That was the dream. My apologies for not writing too well. I'm clearly no professional. I don't think this dream was particularly insightful towards my mental state. I think I just shouldn't fall asleep watching Attack On Titan(a show about giant cannibals attacking people, and people occasionally kill themselves in the show to avoid being eaten). The spookiest part of the entire dream was certainly offing myself in the garage. I was off for days. The sensation alone is burned into my memory. I have no way of ever knowing if shooting yourself in the noggin really feels like that or not, but I don't think I'll ever care to find out. 

And sorry if I disturbed anyone  who may actually be on this website at some point. I'm more recording this here for my own amusement. Maybe a year or two from now, I'll read this and have completely forgotten it. I dunno. I just think this is a dream to remember, and maybe it will entertain someone for a minute.