It was like post-apocalyptic meets Cthulhu mythos meets evil corporation/mad scientist.
Unfortunately, even with my dream journal I was only able to retain a few details about it.
Several interesting instances from the dream:
That's just what I was able to get down before it escaped me when I woke up. It was a long dream.
Damn it, I'm gonna have to turn this into a story aren't I . . . maybe I'll get lucky and it will become one of my recurring/continuing dreams.
I envy my dreaming brain's creative ability.
Unfortunately, even with my dream journal I was only able to retain a few details about it.
Several interesting instances from the dream:
- Escaping down the interior of a skyscraper while attempting not to be caught by a a formless being that was devouring the building and all the enemies are waiting at the bottom for. Taking the elevator was a bad idea.
- At one point my POV fished a soul out of the Necronomicon-turned-yellow-sludge.
- I think my POV was part of some kind of resistance movement. Although what we were resisting I'm not sure . . . we had a council of leaders. One of them was some kind of female spider monstrosity.
- Said council gets captured at one point and pulled down a pit to a very dark place where my POV got to watch a fight between an eldritch/magical monster (who was on the side of the resistance and vaguely resembled a brown/purple anthropomorphized frog with no eyes and branches coming out of its head) and some kind of insane biochemical creation made of coral go at one another. They were literally ripping chunks off of one another. Somehow they ended up in the ocean at one stage. The POV's friend won, and then the floor turned into hot, black quicksand that continued to pull us all down even further.
That's just what I was able to get down before it escaped me when I woke up. It was a long dream.
Damn it, I'm gonna have to turn this into a story aren't I . . . maybe I'll get lucky and it will become one of my recurring/continuing dreams.
I envy my dreaming brain's creative ability.