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I have a lot of very weird and random dreams, and lately, I've been having them pretty frequently, so I decided to start trying to write them down. They make very little sense, but welcome to your first journey through KT's subconscious brain! It's even weirder than her conscious one 😅 Fair warning: this is a long one 🙈

Setting the scene: I have a twin, apparently? And in some sort of regular world drama, someone claims to be our dad and comes to bring us to our actaul home world/universe.

Our new (or alleged home) universe seems to just be populated by a small town's worth of people hiding out in pockets of space time. And with any good sci-fi esque story, there must be a villain, so this population, my people, have to be wary of a hoard of people eating... animals? This species looks unassuming, but they're quite dense, so despite being about 1' tall, you can hear when they're stampeding looking for people to eat. They honestly look like little viscious fluff balls; think: Katie from Horton Hears a Who, but somehow menacing.

In my and my twin brother's (tbh at this point my twin brother is only peripherally involved in the dream) first encounter with the little monsters, we discover that one of the girls in our group has enhanced hearing and it's her job to signal impending danger. They, for obvious reasons, have an established escape route that they follow from their typical living space to their bunker. The path involves a lot of stairs, and some areas that boarder other universes and act almost like one-way mirrors into other dimensions, so you can see the people on the other side, but have to be careful not to cross the boarder. Once we get down the the bunker, we keep quiet so the monsters don't hear us and wait out the stampede.

Come the next stampede, I accidentally cause some drama because I hear and correctly identify it before anyone else and the queen B denies it and says I couldn't possibly know 🙄 But then the usual identifier confirms it smiling my way and we all start running to the bunker.

This time, though, we hear the stampede get close, so some people frantically try to find somewhere else to hide; I jump over a railing that boarders the back of the bunker and cling onto a wall, hanging out between two walls behind the base of the railing. When the coast is clear, I don't realize right away and a guy who stayed in the hideout around the corner sees me on his way out and makes a comment that if I wanted to come over, I could've just knocked (smh my head 🙄 so cocky and presumptuous)

Over the next few weeks, that guy starts trying to get close to and flirt with me. Meanwhile, someone else (idk who, this dream makes no sense) has a vision that he's going to win me over and I'll fall for him, but that he's actually doing it because I, unbeknownst to me, have the key to unlocking something that'll destroy their world and he wants to use it to gain power or something...?

He later assumes I'm going to a formal party (I think the party is like an annual "we survived another year without getting eaten" thing, but it's my first, being new to the realm) with him and tells me what colour his suit is. But I've agreed to go with someone else and we go in the same colour. Tradition dictates that each couple get each other gifts that are left on a gift table until after dinner, and then the couples go find the gifts and give them to their partner. When the time comes, my partner takes my arm to excitedly bring me to the table only for him to then give the gift to the guy who'd assumed I was going with him, and they both leave me just standing there. So I just looked down at the gift I'd left on the table and headed back to my seat 🤷‍♀️🙃

Later that night, some seemingly racist controversy interrupts the event, and people start putting oil in the hair/ all over people with darker skin/hair (yeah, not just a skin tone thing, so just...colourist I guess? 😅). The people getting oil dumped on them are all afraid the others are going to burn them (because why oil?), but they just shame them and send them off to do ridiculous chores, e.g., having to climb a seemingly abandoned building to get the bags of garbage from the roof and bring them to the bins...

And then I woke up. Very confused. 😂👍

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Emanuel Combs

I think I need to see a doctor for the whiplash I got reading this lol

The Rev

The writer in me is jumping up and down ... I'm tend to think more in images , so in my head reading and the images are popping up and I'm like this could be rough idea for pitch for a series