Before I slept and had this dream, my day was very normal; I didn't watch/read/listen to anything regarding exes. Murderous ones at that. Nor did I watch/read/look at/listen to anything concerning very detailed architecture. I definitely didn't think of it. But here is my dream anyways. I dreamt of this a long time ago and I don't remember it clearly.
There was this old apartment complex. Like, really old. Inside one apartment were tenants who were sharing one apartment. There was a very small balcony it was as long as the apartment itself but the width was concerning. Only one person could shuffle across the very long balcony. A clothesline connected all the apartments together. Like, really. And get this, the clothesline was bouncy and fluffy. How did I find out? I'll tell you later. How did the clothesline connect all the apartments? I don't know how but it's just one long clothesline for every different balcony. I don't know where it was attached. It was just... there. Plus it was blue.
Anyway, there were tenants inside one complex. It was like a squatter area. They were using blankets as walls and it was getting very crowded. At first, it was like I was watching a movie where the protagonist was this girl who had a boyfriend. If I remember correctly, the boyfriend was abusive so she broke up with him. But get this; they live in the same apartment. But the apartment was so crowded that I didn't even notice the boyfriend existed. I didn't see him until the 'end' of the 'movie' but I just knew he was there. And then, out of fucking nowhere, I changed POVs. First, I had a top-view to see all the rooms and tenants walking about but then the 'camera' lowered down to a person's eye level and, somehow, I became the girl's friend.
Now, the girl had another 'love interest' just across the blanket. One time, when she went there, the guy was just... gone. Like, gone gone. Gone.
And then, out of nowhere, I was suddenly in the bathroom, locking the door running from something. I still didn't know who or WHAT it was but my brain told me it was the boyfriend. He wasn't chasing me but I was still running. Who wouldn't run from someone with murderous intent and a weapon? He had a weapon but I didn't know what. I only knew it was very dangerous and life-threatening. I heard a scream and found out my 'friend' was being chased. I ran outside my very safe, locked sanctuary (the bathroom) and rushed to her. Only a blanket wall was separating her and her boyfriend. I took her hand and shouted as we ran, "Ask all the other tenants for help!" and that's when I noticed... all the while I was running from the boyfriend with a weapon, no one else was. I didn't hear her say anything. She didn't open her mouth. And her face didn't show any particular emotion. But I had a feeling she shouted back, "He killed them all!" That's when I suddenly stopped for no absolute reason.
I don't know how to explain this but there was an upwards slope leading to the balcony. I didn't know if I was still holding the girl's hand at that time. I had forgotten. But I scrambled up the upwards slope and spiderman-climbed the clothesline to the top of the apartment, but before I got there, I shouted, "follow me!"
Maybe I suddenly remembered my 'friend'. Otherwise, I wouldn't have shouted that. I cut the blue, thread-y clothesline using God-knows-what when I reached one floor close to the roof. 54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTCao6Ywkm1
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When I woke up, I remembered one important detail: I don't know if the girl made it.
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