Last night I had a nightmare. I was at work and there was a huge party of like 30 people that I was in charge of waiting on. The restaurant was this huge mansion that looked like Hogwarts.
The owner of the place I work at now came up to me really nicely and was like “so, these people are VIP. How’s everything going?” And everything had gone smoothly, so I was like “oh, it’s fine, they seem really happy and nothing’s gone wrong.” The owner smiled and said “well, see that guy at the head of the table? He’s a very important man and it’s his birthday today, so we’re going to give him a piece of chocolate cake on the house and stick a candle in it. Make sure it looks nice and tell him it’s on us.” So I was like ‘awesome, what could be simpler than that?’
So, I go to get a dessert plate and make it look all nice. I search everywhere and even look for dirty plates, but apparently the dishwasher had just quit and he took all the dishes with him. Even the dirty ones. All that were left were these oblong funny looking ones.
Like above, only all white and more narrow and rounded, but same degree of hideous. So, I’ve wasted like 15 minutes searching high and low for a plate and finally say ‘fuck it, I’m gonna use a funny looking one and I’ll just dress it up and make it look nice.’ So, I make a design with chocolate sauce on the plate and go to get the chocolate cake but they just sold all of the chocolate cake to some really fat kid in the restaurant and all that’s left is half a slice of chocolate cake. So, I try to disguise the fact that it’s only half a piece with a lot of whipped cream, but it melts into a puddle and then the candle falls into it.
Then all of a sudden these 3 people I know (I forgot who they were, but they were my age and I knew them) come up to me and are like “omg you have to run!” And they knock the plate over and all of a sudden I’m running through Hogwarts, which has turned into this messy dorm-like place and all the lights are off and everything’s quiet. I have no idea what I’m running from, but I know it’s really friggin bad news and I’ve got that ‘holy motherfucking hell, the sky is *falling* sort of feeling in my stomach, like I’m in a horror movie and if I screw up, I might actually die. Holy crap.
The other 3 people and I have split up (we ran and then went in 4 different directions at this crossroad in a hallway). I go down one hallway and find myself in a room with a bed that’s heaped with rumpled clothes (we’re talking like 10 laundry basket’s worth.) And it’s quiet and I don’t know whether I should lock myself in the room and hide or keep running and find a way out. I have no idea where the other 3 people are and if they’re okay or not. I hope they’re hiding. It’s dark and I don’t know if there’s anything or anyone hiding in the room under the big pile of clothes. I don’t want to barricade the door, only to find I’ve locked myself in with something or someone bad, but I don’t want to leave the room and run smack into the bad either. I decide to lock the door and the bottom shuts fine, but the top of the door is sticking and I hear something bad coming closer, towards the room. As I’m trying to shu the top of the door, this person’s arm sticks through the crack on the top part and starts feeling around for me and I hear this crazy growling noise.
Somehow I get my winekey out and use the knife part of it (which is like 1 inch long at best) to stab at the arm and try to make it go away, but it’s a lil lil knife and I still can’t close the door and the knife doesn’t seem to be doing a whole lot. And then I woke up.
Total creepsville.
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