My dream started with a looping gif of a man who opened a shower in a concrete patio but every time he opened it, there was something different coming out. The first time, there is water. The second time, the water is dark. The third time, the water has something in it, like black mud, and it's disgusting. He opens it one time when it's clear and he and his wife attempt to walk under the water to take a shower, but when his legs reach the diagonal stream of water, it's so strong or acidic that his legs disappear and his torso falls to the ground.
The gif was very low in quality, so I couldn't know what happened to his body, his wife or anything else. I imagined at the time that his torso would dissolve as well once the stream of water hit it, and once I imagined it, since I was in a dream, I saw it happen.
Then, a news report came, narrating the events in the gif, and it said something along the lines of. "This man's report of strange things coming out of his water stream has led investigators to discover a string of strange things happening all along the water system".
The camera points at a nearby sewage hole under the pavement/sidewalk and on the gutter right beside it, there is a neatly packed (in a semi-transparent plastic paper) 15-cm wide, 2.5-cm thick beef steak. On it, there is a very identifying symbol that after copious research would become the mark of a mysterious man, whom I took the liberty to dub The Lord or The King of Meat due to his fixation with meat in sewers.
The camera began to travel the streets, finding even stranger things like dead animals in gutters with a pack of meat tied with strings on top of them, all with the same mark. I found it interesting that in one case, a sea animal was in the gutter, with red meat attached on top of it (all the packs of meat were red meat); the contrast was funny.
At this point, I began to think about how he got all this meat. Is he rich? Does he own a slaughterhouse? Why be so wasteful and throw meat everywhere?
The dream jumped to a group of three siblings. They were a 10-year-old boy and his two adoptive sisters, who were about 6 and 4 years old. They had encountered this King of Meat, and it turns out that he is a very prolific murderer, and it is obvious as soon as you see him (probably because he tells his victims that he's going to kill them). The boy and his two sisters were brought to an apartment by the man. There are also signs that there is something supernatural about the way he murders people, something like controlling destiny to do his bidding.
The man herded the children into a dormitory and went to the kitchen. The boy was desperate at this point, looking for ways out. The girls also felt the tension and the need to escape, but they had no idea about where to look, so the older one started grabbing cables from a wall. The boy was looking at the man who was very happily dancing in the kitchen, seemingly sharpening his knives.
The boy ran from the dormitory to the right side of the kitchen door on the outside. To get to the entrance door of the apartment, the boy would need to walk in front of the kitchen door toward the left side and then turn right toward the exit door. He approached the kitchen and after watching for a moment, he came back. The older girl had somehow managed to turn the cables into some kind of weapon, and unaware of the nature of what she had in her hand, she pointed it to her sister’s head and pulled the trigger. The 4-year-old girl lay motionless on the ground and her older sister began to cry.
After a little while, the boy ran again toward the right side of the kitchen door and signalled to his remaining sister to tell him when the man was not looking outside the kitchen door (he was always checking it out with his peripheral vision while he sang and danced looking at whatever he was doing). The boy knew that if the man caught him, he would suffer, so he waited until his sister signalled and ran to him, and they ran together out the front door.
The sound alerted the King of Meat and he ran after them, but the boy was too fast. I was switching perspectives like crazy because it was a climax point in my dream. I looked at the entrance door of the whole building and near the reception area, there were military and police officers coming in, together with what seemed to be the FBI and a small group of firemen. There was a detective (classical 60's detective style with the long brown coat, the hat and the cigar) running upstairs when the boy and the girl passed him running. Somehow, the boy was carrying the girl one arm, running down the stairs faster than a grown and fit adult, and using his other hand to grab the railing pole when he reached the curves.
The boy managed to leave the building and ran down the streets, looking for something familiar that could help him. When the King of Meat reached the reception area, the scene changed. It jumped from the point where he arrived at a point where half of the people present were counting money. Of the remaining people, a third was just indifferently standing there and about three or four people were looking disgustedly at the situation. Apparently, the King of Meat was filthy rich and was making deals with everyone about how much they would earn if they let him go.
The detective was now in some kind of telephone booth that was not on ground level but half ground, half underground level, like so:
The detective was with his assistant, a blond woman that reminded me of Walter White’s wife, though a bit younger. They were talking about the routes the children would follow and they estimated that they would pass by here. After a few moments, the children did indeed pass by and the detective was alerted. The children, however, kept running and until they saw, about a block afterwards, a well-lit table where their parents were sitting talking worriedly about their children.
When the children got there, they somehow got into a tent beside their parents’ car (an old crossover SUV, brown, like a long flat Jeep). Their mum crouched to talk to them, who were sitting inside the tent, through the door. The girl started to cry and squealed in low volume: “I killed my sister!”. And the woman looked a bit surprised and said: “you killed your damn sister!” (they were speaking English), in a strange tone that was a bit mocking and sarcastic, though still endearing, and then turned to her husband and shook her head.
From the shadows, the King of Meat appeared and talked to the parents in secret. He told them that he would lie in the trunk of the crossover SUV and that when they entered, they should tell the girl to go to the trunk to rest while the boy sat in the back seats. I imagined that while they drove, he would eat the girl. The parents simply walked to the children again and started talking to them and herding them to the car. And when they were approaching the car, the woman giggled in a singing tone and joyfully told her husband “it’s working!”, and they put the boy in the back seat and told the girl to go rest in the trunk.
I was thinking “ok, this would be a very bad ending to the story, tight? The villain would win! Will they get rescued by the detective who always knows where they are?”, but then I woke up, so I guess that’s the end of the story.
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