Unfaze

Here's a story of what I've recollected from a recent dream. This was a variation to said dream.  Disclaimer: I find this disturbing, and am as intrigued as terrified of what it implies.

Her heart's pounding, as she stumbles into the eerily dark room. Her eyes scan the concrete walls, searching for a shred of familiarity, anything vaguely similar to the world she knows.  Nothing.  The space is dimly lit with worn out bulbs, as static fills the silence.  She feels a slight chill on her skin as the hyperventilating grows increasingly apparent.

A tear begins to form as the unknown slowly overwhelms her. In helplessness, she clutches the back of her skull with both hands, thoughts racing on the diminishing options of escaping this reality, her lips trembling with fear.

Her eyes suddenly catch a silhouette emerging from the adjacent room.  She holds her breath for a moment, unsure of what to anticipate.  The mysterious figure slowly enters the light.  As her eyes adjust to the surroundings, a slender figure appears.

It was a woman, with beautiful long black hair, having a slight curl, gently resting on her waist, revealing her thin frame.  She has seen this person before!  Shockingly so, as it was her dear friend.  Her friend slowly walks towards her, almost like she was gliding, without breaking stride as she calmly advances.

Her heartbeat slows down, and relief fills her chest.  Her newfound company is wearing a grin while her arms sway with her small frame.  Amidst the growing calmness, she couldn't shrug the confusion: where is she; how did she get here; and more importantly, her friend, why is SHE here?

Her friend is within reaching distance now, merely a couple of meters from where she stands.  She tries to open her mouth, but was interrupted by the friend leaping towards her.  A pair of arms extend, wrapping around the bewildered adventurer, as her friend pulls her in for a deep embrace.

She feels the warmth of her friend's body on hers, as her bony arms are felt pressing against her lower back, her long hair brushing her cheek as she feels the weight of her chin resting on her left shoulder.

After a brief moment, her friend pulls away, as her arms shift to caress the back of her neck.  Before she could react, her friend plants her a kiss on her lips.  It was soft, and warm... but this was all alien to her: her recently reunited friend displaying affection in the most uncharacteristic of ways.  Bewildered, she tries to pull away, but her body was unresponsive, awash with fear instead.  

She redirects her eyes to her friend's face, looking for an answer, but there were no hints.  She didn't know how to react, and so she didn't.  Her eyes widened, but her body was growing numb, as she stood erect, arms limp by her side.  

Before she could mutter a word, the light bulbs display their last flicker, and soon the filament burns out.  In that last flash of luminescence, she catches a glimpse of her whatever-it-is's eyes. Within those hazel eyes, she saw desire and... pleasure?  But why?   

Her head begun to spin as reality pulled the rug from beneath her feet.  As though on cue, darkness swallows the room once again.

Due to the nature of dreams, this could all be an elaborate blur of snippets fed to me by my subconscious.  Regardless, seeing this line would mean that you've probably read the entire entry.  Welcome to a fragment of me, then.

45:33 - LCD Soundsystem