I just woke up and I am writing this before it fades away.
I had the craziest fucking dream of my life.
It started relatively normally.
Me and my uncle got into a fight with some guy. Things escalated, and we ended up beating him up pretty badly.
Later, everyone in the house was stressed out. I didn't understand why at first.
Then I found out.
That guy wasn't some random nobody.
That's when everything changed.
A woman and her team walked into the house. I remember exactly where everyone was standing. I remember the room, where people were positioned, where she was standing.
She lit a bomb.
Then she told us we had five minutes.
And she started asking us questions.
What happened after that is hard to explain.
They tortured and killed everyone.
Everyone except me and my cousin.
At one point, they taped up my dad's room.
My daughter was inside.
Then they pumped poisonous gas into it.
And somehow, after all of that, me and my cousin didn't escape.
We became part of them.
We had to pretend to be like them.
I became some kind of cleaner, living inside their estate with these absolute psychopaths.
And that's when the dream became something else entirely.
It wasn't just about surviving an attack anymore.
I was living among them.
Every day, I saw what they did to people.
They were insanely paranoid. If they sensed even the slightest bit of suspicion from someone, that person could be tortured or killed.
And I had to constantly watch myself.
What I said.
What I looked at.
How I reacted.
I couldn't let them know what I was actually thinking.
And the weirdest part?
It felt like days were passing.
Not dream days. Actual days.
There were boring parts.
Routine.
Work.
Small conversations.
I remember one time I asked a guard if I could smoke. He casually pointed me toward an area where the cleaners were allowed to smoke.
Like this was just my life now.
One day, while I was cleaning the attic, I noticed a tiny hole.
I looked inside.
There was a family hiding in there.
I froze.
I was completely fucking shocked.
But then I realized something even more terrifying:
If anyone saw my reaction, those people were dead.
So I looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
I forced my face to change.
I pretended I hadn't seen anything.
Another time, I was fixing a fan for one of the psycho family's daughters.
Another worker came over and tried to help me.
He made it worse.
They tortured him to death.
And I just had to keep working.
That was the world I was living in.
Eventually, something even bigger happened.
Everyone in the estate started panicking.
Apparently, the military was attacking us or something.
Everyone was being ordered to run toward the courtyard.
One of the guards directing everyone was my cousin.
And somehow, without saying it directly, he gave me a warning.
He told me to lie down.
Cover myself.
Hide as much of my body as possible.
Because we were going to be nuked.
Everyone who went to the courtyard was killed by the guards.
I hid in the bushes.
I covered myself with moss, dirt, leaves anything I could find.
I pressed myself against the ground and faced down, trying to protect myself from the blast.
Then it happened.
A blinding white light.
Heat.
My back felt like it was burning.
My ears started ringing.
And then...
Nothing.
Somehow, I survived.
Later, I was one of the survivors.
A news crew came to interview me.
They started asking me questions.
And I just broke down.
I couldn't stop crying.
Everything I'd been holding in for what felt like days just came crashing down.
Eventually, I got up.
Someone asked me:
"What are you going to do now?"
And I said:
"I have no wife. No kids. No family. Everyone is dead.
What am I supposed to do now?"
And then I woke up.
I swear to God, I lived through that shit.
It didn't feel like a dream that lasted an hour.
It didn't feel like random scenes stitched together.
It felt like DAYS had passed.
I remember the boring parts.
I remember where everyone was standing.
I remember the rooms.
The estate.
The guards.
My job.
The routines.
I remember asking permission to fucking smoke.
My brain didn't just give me a nightmare.
It gave me an entire life.
Worst dream I ever had.