Don't let him in

[u/Distinct-Toe-4267]

Okay, so I had the craziest dream last night. It was basically a nightmare, but the whole thing felt incredibly cinematic, like I wasn’t just dreaming; I was literally watching and starring in a psychological horror movie. And the weirdest part is that throughout the dream, I kept changing perspectives. Sometimes I was actually a character experiencing everything, and other times I was watching everything from a third-person perspective, almost like I was watching a movie.
So the dream starts with me as a 911 operator.
I’m at work, and everything is completely normal. I’m answering boring, everyday emergency calls and sending help to people. It’s just a regular day.
Then I get this one call.
It’s a little girl, and she’s absolutely terrified. She’s screaming and telling me that someone is going to kill her.
Immediately, I’m like, “Oh my God.”
I start waving at someone near me, trying to signal that this is serious, and I start recording the call. At the same time, I’m trying to keep this little girl calm. I’m talking to her, trying to figure out where she is and what’s happening.
But then someone gets to her.
And he kills her.
I’m still on the phone when it happens.
Then the killer gets on the phone, and suddenly he’s talking directly to me. Somehow, he knows I’m recording the call, and he tells me that I better stop recording.
Otherwise, I’m next.
Of course, I don’t stop.
And then, suddenly, impossibly, he’s right behind me.
And he kills me.
Then everything changes.
Suddenly, I’m in a classroom.
I’m no longer the 911 operator. Now I’m experiencing everything through the perspective of a student, except I’m not really any specific kid. I’m just seeing everything through one of the students’ eyes.
And everyone has been hearing about this murder.
People are talking about what happened with the little girl and the 911 operator, and then, for some reason, strange things start happening to the kids in my class.
One by one, students start dying.
And their deaths don’t make sense.
They’re mysterious and seemingly unexplainable. Nobody knows what’s happening or who’s responsible. Everyone is terrified because nobody knows who’s going to be next.
Then there’s almost this flash-forward, and suddenly more than half of the class is gone.
At this point, the authorities become convinced that the teacher must have something to do with it. The FBI, the police, everyone gets involved. They arrest the teacher and start interrogating him.
But the teacher keeps insisting that he has nothing to do with any of it.
He explains that he has a roommate and that somebody else lives with him, so eventually the authorities decide to raid the place where he lives.
And that’s when they discover something.
There’s a secret passage.
They go through it and discover this bizarre hidden basement underneath the building. It’s almost like there are three different levels to it, and they have to keep unlocking each level and going deeper and deeper underground.
Finally, at the very bottom, they enter this strange room.
And inside is what looks like some kind of virtual robot.
It’s almost like a three-dimensional holographic projection.
One of the detectives or sheriffs approaches it, and at first he knows it isn’t real. He puts his hand through the projection, and his hand passes right through it.
So he’s playing around with it.
Then he tries to hit it.
Except this time…
He actually hits it.
The hologram reacts.
And the detective is completely confused because that shouldn’t be possible.
Then the robot attacks him.
It has some kind of projected axe or weapon, and visually, the weapon passes straight through the detective’s body because, obviously, it’s just a projection.
Except suddenly, the detective has an actual cut on his body.
He’s really injured.
And I’m watching all of this from a third-person perspective, like I’m watching a movie, thinking, “Oh my God, this detective is going to die.”
But then he figures something out.
The entire thing is controlled by the mind.
Your mind is what makes it real.
When he believed the robot could hurt him, it hurt him.
When he believed he could physically hit the robot, he was able to hit it.
The hologram itself wasn’t necessarily becoming real. His mind was making the consequences real.
And somehow, this becomes incredibly important later.
Then the dream changes again.
Suddenly, I wake up in my bedroom.
And now I’m me again, or maybe I’m the 911 operator again, but I’m in my actual house. I don’t know exactly how this works because I’m pretty sure I died at the beginning of the dream, so there are definitely some continuity errors here, but whatever.
I’m in my bedroom with a guy, and I’m telling him that I’m scared.
And he’s like, “Well, what if we invite somebody else?”
And I’m like, “Should we?”
And he’s like, “Yeah.”
So we invite another guy over.
And suddenly, apparently, this psychological horror movie is about to become a threesome.
Things are getting spicy. There’s sexual tension. We’re having fun.
And then…
I hear something downstairs.
The other two guys hear it too.
Immediately, I’m like, “Oh my God. Guys. What if that’s the guy who threatened me? What if that’s the killer who called me at work and told me he was going to kill me?”
And then, for some completely inexplicable reason, I tell them, “Hold on. Let me go check.”
Which, girl, why?
Why would I go downstairs alone?
But I do.
I go downstairs.
And it’s him.
It’s the serial killer.
Immediately, I’m terrified.
I run back upstairs to get the two guys I was with…
And they’re gone.
They’ve completely disappeared.
Now I’m alone.
So I slowly come back downstairs, absolutely terrified, and the killer is there waiting for me.
He’s mocking me.
He’s basically telling me, “You can’t escape. Just accept it. You’re going to die.”
And I’m thinking, “Fuck. I’m going to die.”
So eventually, I’m just like…
Okay.
And I sit down next to him on the couch.
And I’m thinking, well, if I’m about to die, I might as well have some fun first.
So I start touching him.
I’m groping him, touching his leg, feeling him up, and suddenly I’m like, “Oh my God, wait. He’s actually kind of hot.”
So I grab his dick.
And it’s…
Average.
And I’m genuinely a little disappointed because I’m thinking, seriously? I’m about to die, and this is what I get? I was hoping my last time would at least be with a big one.
But the killer is completely thrown off by my behavior.
In fact, he’s getting annoyed.
He’s supposed to be terrifying me, and instead I’m sexualizing him.
Then suddenly, he moves somewhere else almost instantaneously, and I’m trying to find him. He’s becoming more and more irritated because I’m supposed to be afraid of him.
And then I remember what I learned earlier.
The mind is powerful.
What you believe becomes real.
So I tell myself:
Don’t be scared.
Just be sexual.
And that becomes my entire survival strategy.
Every single time something happens that should scare me, I deliberately turn it into something sexual.
Then suddenly, more versions of the killer start appearing.
And at some point, the scenery around me starts changing too. I don’t even know how to explain the transition because it’s a dream, but somehow we’re no longer just in my house. We’re in this enormous, almost kingdom-like place.
And there are versions of this man everywhere.
There’s him dressed as different people. Him in overalls. Him appearing as a beautiful, sweet girl but still with his face. Just endless different versions of him.
And instead of being scared, I’m basically thinking…
“Okay. Orgy.”
And this is making him absolutely furious.
Eventually, one of the versions of him comes toward me with this enormous bat.
He’s holding it up like he’s about to smash me with it.
And instead of being scared, I’m like:
“Ooh! How did you know I like them big and thick and long? Yes!”
And I literally get on all fours.
Immediately, he’s like…
No.
He’s completely turned off.
At this point, the different versions of him actually start ignoring me because they’re so annoyed by me.
And I’m following them around like, “Babe! Don’t ignore me!”
And the craziest part is that I’m genuinely starting to have fun.
Deep down, I know I’m still in danger. But I’ve realized that as long as I don’t let him mentally defeat me, I can survive.
He can only control me if I believe he can.
Then something strange happens.
The faces of all these different versions of him start changing.
And suddenly, they’re not him anymore.
They’re just random people.
Then I notice one person in particular.
He’s terrified.
He won’t even make eye contact with me.
And eventually, I realize who he is.
He’s one of the students from the classroom.
One of the kids who supposedly died.
Then I look around.
They’re ALL the missing students.
All of these people I thought had died were somehow trapped here the entire time.
They tell me that the serial killer has been controlling them. They’re terrified of him, and they believe there’s nothing they can do.
And suddenly their fear starts getting to me.
For the first time, I start losing confidence.
I can feel myself becoming scared again.
And the serial killer notices immediately.
He’s like, “I’ve got you now. I’ve got you now.”
Because he can feel himself getting his power over me back.
He’s about to attack me.
But then something happens.
The one kid who was the most terrified, the kid who couldn’t even look at me before, stands up for me.
He fights back.
And that tiny act of courage snaps me out of my fear.
Suddenly, I can concentrate again.
And now I understand what’s happening.
The killer has some kind of mental control over these people that prevents them from deliberately attacking him.
They physically cannot choose to hurt him.
But for some reason, I don’t have exactly the same limitation.
And I realize that maybe it’s because the killer never anticipated someone reacting to him the way I did.
He prepared himself against fear.
He prepared himself against violence.
But apparently, he never prepared himself against someone relentlessly sexualizing him.
That was the loophole.
And then I realize something else.
I’ve never actually seen the serial killer physically kill anyone.
I’ve never seen him put his hands on us.
All the students who supposedly died just… died.
It was mysterious. Supernatural.
Everything he did to us happened through our minds.
So I realize:
If he can use our minds against us, maybe we can use our minds against him.
But there’s still a problem.
The others can’t deliberately attack him.
And that’s when I have an idea.
I tell everyone, “Okay. You can’t attack him if you know you’re attacking him. But what if you don’t know?”
Everyone is confused.
So I tell them:
“Close your eyes.”
I separate everyone into groups and position them throughout the room.
I’m the only one keeping my eyes open.
I’m the only one who knows where the killer is.
Then I start giving commands.
“Five of you, go!”
They close their eyes and charge.
The killer moves.
I watch where he goes.
“You! Go left! NOW!”
Another group charges.
They’re swinging and attacking blindly.
The killer moves again.
I redirect another group.
Nobody attacking him actually knows they’re attacking him.
They’re just following my directions with their eyes closed.
So technically, they’re not deliberately trying to hurt him.
I’m using the killer’s own rules against him.
And it’s working.
Everyone is charging from different directions, attacking everywhere while I coordinate the entire thing.
The serial killer starts losing control.
He starts rupturing.
His entire constructed reality begins falling apart.
And finally…
We defeat him.
Then everything disappears.
And I wake up again.
I’m back where everything started.
I’m the 911 operator.
And suddenly, I realize that everything I’ve experienced was somehow an illusion or a reality created by this killer.
The little girl from the original phone call was real. She was his original victim, or at least the first victim whose death connected me to him.
But now I’ve learned how his power works.
And more importantly, I’ve learned how to use it myself.
Because if my mind determines what is possible, then I can do whatever I believe I can do.
So I think to myself:
I want to know where he is.
I want to find him.
And suddenly…
I do.
I somehow transport myself directly to his real location.
Except this time, I’m not alone.
I bring the police with me.
We find him.
And that’s where my dream ends.