@fastfinge@interfree.canightmare, death, horror
You know what? I think I want terrible food #fedidreams back! Last night was the kind of awful nightmare where I had to get out of bed for a couple of hours and read and listen to music, so I could shake it off and get back to bed. I'd rather not reflect on this one at all, honestly. I'm just doing it because of my stubborn commitment to my silly bit. In the dream I was on an airplane flight with my family, when the captain announced that there was engine trouble. Unfortunately, there was no way to land safely, and we were all going to die. My little sister started to cry, and I reached over to hold her. That's when I realized: I don't have a little sister! These people are not my family! And there was something...wrong...with all of them. My "parents" were hardly reacting at all. And my "sister's" crying was in an exact rhythm, like a metronome. But I knew that if I let on I knew, something horrible would happen. Something even worse than just death. So I held the thing that claimed to be my sister while the plane fell out of the sky and crashed into the ocean, realizing I was going to die and my real family would never know what happened. The plane slammed into the sea, and the cabin began to fill with water. The sister thing began to laugh, but it was just as mechanical as its crying had been. It held my head under water, and I drowned to the sound of "Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha." I woke up gasping for air, and got out of bed to read an audiobook for a while.