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Last night I had a rare Story dream (usually mine are just jumbled chaos like this! ) and it went like this:

I lived in a town that was being slowly taken over by a group, like a cult, and all sorts of freedoms were being stripped away. It got to the point where myself and others made a means to connect and meet up secretly. One of those individuals was someone who I had apparently went to elementary with but hadn't seen in years. And what started as us forming a way to rebel against the group, by proudly telling them to "Fuck off" when asking what were we up to, and by adopting my character Beast as our mascot...turning into violence.

The group started abducting people to question them about us. Sometimes they got our own, sometimes innocents. Before we knew it our group was expanding and training. Getting ready for a war. And I dawned the appearance of Beast completely. His outfit, fake spikes, plenty of makeup, and of course a mask for his face. And while we weren't exactly about to win, we kept hitting the cult where it hurt.

Until one day they made a move and publicly killed some of our members while a crowd sat and witnessed with their families. They had us cornered in the kitchen of our main hideout, and when my people were frightened to even try to run out the back, I ripped off my mask and grabbed two meat cleavers with what was probably going to be my final act in rebellion to the cult. I stormed out of the kitchen and began swinging. Getting knocked down once or twice but getting right back up and never stopping. My people soon joined me and we almost became animals. I lifted my knives at one of those who happily sat and watched and saw it was a mother holding her child. I thankfully came to my senses and shouted to my people to let the mothers and children go.

I woke up as they were being escorted out of the hideout.

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Last night I had a rare Story dream (usually mine are just jumbled chaos like this! ) and it went like this:

I lived in a town that was being slowly taken over by a group, like a cult, and all sorts of freedoms were being stripped away. It got to the point where myself and others made a means to connect and meet up secretly. One of those individuals was someone who I had apparently went to elementary with but hadn't seen in years. And what started as us forming a way to rebel against the group, by proudly telling them to "Fuck off" when asking what were we up to, and by adopting my character Beast as our mascot...turning into violence.

The group started abducting people to question them about us. Sometimes they got our own, sometimes innocents. Before we knew it our group was expanding and training. Getting ready for a war. And I dawned the appearance of Beast completely. His outfit, fake spikes, plenty of makeup, and of course a mask for his face. And while we weren't exactly about to win, we kept hitting the cult where it hurt.

Until one day they made a move and publicly killed some of our members while a crowd sat and witnessed with their families. They had us cornered in the kitchen of our main hideout, and when my people were frightened to even try to run out the back, I ripped off my mask and grabbed two meat cleavers with what was probably going to be my final act in rebellion to the cult. I stormed out of the kitchen and began swinging. Getting knocked down once or twice but getting right back up and never stopping. My people soon joined me and we almost became animals. I lifted my knives at one of those who happily sat and watched and saw it was a mother holding her child. I thankfully came to my senses and shouted to my people to let the mothers and children go.

I woke up as they were being escorted out of the hideout.