Beauty became the beast

Last night was going to this extravagant movie night where people were dressed up in costumes. Everyone thought the movie was beauty and the beast because there were posters everywhere

but it turned out that they were playing Thumbelina (the ultimate troll)!!! I was dressed up as belle

and then suddenly I wasn't in the costume anymore and my friends were dragging me over to this VIP seating in the middle of the arena where they were playing the movie because it was my birthday!

Next thing I knew I was taking a shower and there was a little rat running around so I tried to shoo it away with a stick but somehow I poked it and it got caught on its intestines and I watched it unraveling behind it...panicking, I dropped the stick. It was in so much pain it was squealing and I didn't know how to kill it to end its misery so i kept screaming asking someone to help make it stop

I was afraid I wouldn't bash its head in right and it would suffer even more. Someone showed up with a knife and I'm like: do you know what you're doing?! hoping they could do this in one fatal blow, but I never found out if they properly put it out of its misery :\

The world didn't end, only the US did.

The world didn't end, only the US did and it happened last night. All the countries in world sent us missiles and aircraft shuttles that would self-destruct as a big farewell. I stood on a pier watching them fly over a fortress that was camouflaged as a mountain (kind of like Table Mountain in Cape Town). What were we supposed to do? Where could we hide? I heard explosions in the distant and people frantically scrambling into whatever hiding spaces they could find by the base of the fortress, but it would prove to be useless anyway. It was like the scene from Titanic when everyone fought for space on the lifeboats and yet I could only stand there and watch. I felt scorching heat as the giant flying explosives blew by and the whole time I saw people still trying to Instagram their final moments on earth. Apparently, the rest of the world was also pissed that all of the US government was part of the Illuminati and hid their entire oil reserves under this fortress. So as a big FUUU, they were going to blow it all up. We were defenseless. I closed my eyes. When they reopened, everything looked like a war zone. I was with people who were supposed to be my family and this old gentlemen, dressed in his penguin coat and top hat, handed me an envelope full of money. $10,250 exactly. We had survived and he wanted to buy our silence and make sure if we ever spoke of this incident that we would say what an epic battle it was, that our side fought bravely and didn't just cower and hide. I walked inside the fortress with Moosie and saw Oliver wandering around by himself. I called out to him and we all took the escalator downstairs.

Photocopier

We're all eating at this nice Italian restaurant and this guy decides he wants to break the screen on my iPod and I tell him, hey you have to pay for this damage, it'll cost you $60. He works at Prudential and is not willing to give me the money for it, he tries to make photocopies of a check which I decline. He says he has no cash on me. I point at the ATM behind him, not even caring that it might not be his bank. He goes and withdraws $60 and proceeds to photocopy the twenties and hands me the photocopies. Do I look stupid or something? I refuse to accept it and he finally gives in and gives me the cash and then tries to ask me for my number so we can meet up when he's in town again.

A lot of guys are having a weird bromance hangout (I won't name you all) and I think it's time for me to go. One of you hands me a no liability/consent form so no one is responsible should anything happen to any of us during our friendship and that we should be choosy about who to bring into this circle. I ask you guys to take the elevator down with me, it's one of those old "tong lau" in HK and it gives me the creeps. When we get to street level, we see a car drive past a whole street of parked cars and purposely driving up against them and effectively scratching all of them. What a douche.

The neverending journey that wouldn't go right

I made two failed attempts to catch a flight back to South Africa, thinking the flight was at 3:18pm when it was in fact 3:18am. By the time I realized this, I was it was already 2:30pm and pretty much impossible for me to catch any flight there.

So while packing, the place was suddenly overrun by aliens and managed to hide in the bathroom and turning off the lights. They didn't bother checking but they did stand outside the door debating whether or not anyone was inside. When they were gone, I grabbed my sister, remembering the directions "head 15 kilometers east then start heading north". I didn't even know where this was going to lead me or how we'd make it. It was dark outside and pretty much a vast, empty desert forest. We grabbed two pairs of night vision goggles and ran like the wind. Sometimes I'd have a compass, other times I didn't. We reached this random patch of forest comprised of barren trees, we used our goggles to see if there was anything in there. We had to run through them as fast as we could, there were lights coming up behind us. It was other people in some old Camrys and Civics seeing if we were human and then as quickly as they came, they backed out of the forest saying something about the trees waking. I saw green oozing out of the trees and they latched on to any thought or fear you had and made them real. I told my sister to stop thinking and just run.

By daylight we reached a big open hillside which rolled out into the distance, nIbbling on leaves we hoped wouldn't kill us. I had the compass again. And it looked like we had been going in the wrong direction this time but it kept changing polarities on me.

Chainsaw murderer

Last night I dreamt I was trying to investigate a serial killer who enjoyed decapitating people with a chainsaw. He was sitting on the stairs next to the headless body of his most recent victim. I was coming up behind him with an officer and my sister when these guys started being extremely rude to her and so I told them off. The serial killer heard the commotion and realized we were coming for him, started his chainsaw, grabbed his first hostage and sliced her from shoulder to shoulder and I watched her top half slide off onto the ground. Then he came at us.

A world overrun by superstition and spirits

We had just run away from a field of zombie-like humans, they staggered around but they weren't dead. The lights had gone out from their eyes as if their souls had been sucked out from them. (Contrary to what Wilfred on FX thinks about buttholes being the windows to a human's soul). We knew better than to stick around and try to help them, there was barely enough survivors as it was - or so we thought.

The group of us ran behind this abandoned house and found a bunch of swimming pools that were connected by floating tubes on the water surface. We didn't have much time, and thinking it was safe enough to just rush across, we dashed over the tubes as fast as we could to avoid losing balance and toppling into the water, even though they were lit and nothing was down there. I slipped a few times and my pants got soaked. I noticed there was some moss growing on the sides of these tubes - must've been quite stagnant in this area. No one used them lately.

With only a few feet left to go, a couple of us made the jump to the deck of the pool. One guy lost his balance right before the jump and he splashed into the water. He kicked back up to the surface laughing saying he was okay. His wife and daughters reached over to pull him up, they had a firm grip but something under the water started pulling back and he started to scream. There was a tug-of-war struggle as they tried frantically to free him, but one by one they lost balance and fell into the water with them. I hurried over to the edge of the pool to help pull them back out, but by now they were all screaming and being pulled under. More survivors came to help but it was useless, one last final scream and they disappeared under the edge of the pool and cloud of red seeped through the water like a drops of red ink in a filled tub.

A small crowd of shadows started running towards us, what were we to do? There was no room to hide. As they stepped into the light, I saw they were other survivors like us. "You must hurry, it's coming." He waved us over and we followed him without a word. The "it" he was referring to was this slug-like demon who attacked you from behind as you tried to enter a door. He led us to this abandoned-looking house and told me to whisper a chant and I would be brought inside. It didn't make any sense to be but I heard this roaring behind me coming closer and closer and a gust of wind, so I whispered the chant just as IT passed through me, I could hear IT's roaring still ringing in my ears but when I opened my eyes, I was on the other side of that door, safe.

Janet Jackson welcomed me into the house, she was the matriarch of this hidden society. She stared at me with her big, watery, bulging eyes. It was like church congregation and they had found ways to live around the evil spirits that roamed the "outside" world. Sometimes there were ones that made their way in and crawled along the ceiling like giant spider beetles, waiting to attack unsuspecting children. But she had her guards shoot them down with lasers. It was dangerous to be outside, but somehow they had created light suits (think TRON) that would give off a steady ray of light or flashes to keep the spirits away. I looked outside the window from the 30th floor and saw five basketball players playing ball in the unlighted courts. There were also guards keeping an eye on them in case any unwanted visitors tried to attack.

"Sometimes I can't sleep because of that little child I couldn't save," she shared with me, "Her cries haunt my dreams. I wanted to, but it was a lost cause."

Moosie's eyes change and hiking to the movies

For whatever reason, I was in a fish market within a restaurant. It must've been somewhere in Asia because we like our seafood fresh!

I remember a sudden moment of panic when I realize Moosie isn't next to me and search around frantically. Everyone around me tells me it's okay and not to worry but something doesn't feel right. I finally spot a little ball of white fur running towards me clumsily with her ears down, almost running into things - just like the very first time I saw Moosie when she ran out towards the grass at the breeder's house. "Moooosie!" I call out to her, scooping her up in my arms, but something's not right.

I check her body and she's not hurt or anything but her ears are still down. It was then I realize her eyes are different. Where there once were big, round black irises had now changed into a blue green color. Her eyes couldn't focus, they kept moving around trying to find something and then I spotted the punctures. There was one in each eye, right in the middle. Someone had messed with her eyes and now she was blind.

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Who's bright idea was it anyway to drive Ankie and a motorcycle out to a hike? How did I end up with both?

The path we hiked along was similar to the one at the Peak in Hong Kong, the very beginning of the path though. Where there's a red gazebo-like structure and people hang out to take scenic photos of Central down below. But there were purple and yellow spotted crabs walking along the path. They were big so it was easy to avoid them. I saw some tiny and furry little purple and yellow baby crabs climbing the sides of the rocky walls. However, on further inspection after some "awwws", they turned out to be purple and yellow sand tarantulas! EW! (Disclaimer: I don't even know if there's such a thing as "sand tarantulas" but that's what they were called in the dream; EDIT: I just googled it, and they exist! EW!!!!)

I try to move stealthily past them, but they have all EIGHT of their eyes on me, turning to whichever direction I moved to. I finally couldn't stand and just shielded my eyes and dashed past them. My thinking was that at least I wouldn't be able to see them if they jumped at me and they can't eat my face. Because that's what tarantulas do, they eat your face, starting with the eyeballs or they crawl down your throat to suffocate you and all the while you're trying to hack out this murderous hairball.

Thankfully, I managed to run past them unscathed (I would imagine I used my Naruto run). A bunch of friends are eating corndogs on the other side and so I grab one too and sit down with my new smartphone trying to google those yellow and purple crabs and tarantulas. Damon and Roxy come over and ask me if I'm interested in seeing a movie: Saw 3. Seeing how I remembered I kind of enjoyed that one, I say yes.

I got to my motorcycle and car and stick Roxy's luggage in Ankie's trunk. I stand there wondering how the heck I'm gonna get both of these home. By the time I get back into the theater, I stop by the concession stand and ask for a water. The manager is there and gives me this "you're not buying anything" look. The guy behind the counter gives me this little dixie cup of water, like the ones at the dentist. (REALLY??) So I shoot it and toss the cup and head towards the movie. Afterwards, he runs after me to give me this big thing of water, "Sorry, my manager doesn't like giving away soda cups for water, but here you go!" He hands it to me and I take it and he only filled it with an inch of water. "Thanks."

It's already dark when I go in and the movie's starting. It's a pretty full movie for some reason and as I make my way to where Roxy and Damon are sitting, I realize...they saved me a spot in the row behind them because there were too many people at this particular showing.

I have this huge sad face because there's no way in hell I would survive watching a scary movie by myself. They both look at me apologetically.

Good thing I wake up so I don't have to sit through it alone! Phew.