lonewolf367

I've woken up at 5:30 the past 2 days. My door is super noisy when someone opens a door and closes it elsewhere in the house. I need to fix that.

I didn't get to the end of my dream however, after I woke up I thought about the possible endings. I had a dream that was totally a feature length B film. It had the stereotypical characters and a really lame plot and I myself knew in some way that it was a movie since I was trying to tell people the plot line in it (but of course were ignored since then it would have all turned out ok).

It started off as a small pleasure cruise of sorts. There were about 10 of us and all was nice and cheery. However, the muscular blonde militant type character of a captain saw rough sea's ahead. Everyone said they rather turn back but he decided it wasn't much of an adventure without a little danger! The wave's quickly got far too large for this small vessel to be able to withstand. Then just beyond us were other wrecked boats and pieces halfway floating about. It was almost like this whirlpool or something that just kept the boats as its prizes and kept them afloat to show its prize. It took us quickly. I rushed inside the cabin with the others and tried to hang onto whatever I could for my life and was sure it'd be the end. The boat was out of control and was tipping. I could see water all around and was waiting for the windows to burst from the pressure behind them rushing in to kill us. The ship was being smashed and splintered. The water rushed in and I blacked out.

Then I woke up on a tropical island. I was outside laying on a sun bed near a little hut that looked as if it had been prepared just for us. It seemed everyone had survived or were rescued from the wreck somehow. This immediately set off bells about how it could be possible that we lived and I could immediately sense something wasn't right. Nobody seemed concerned and were all relaxing and sipping on rum n' coke enjoying the tropical isle despite the disaster we had just miraculously recovered from, without wounds even.

I walked into the hut, there was a nice fresh bed, a dresser with all sorts of expensive alcoholic beverages on top. Even several classes of ice water, everything was prepped up like a top notch hotel. A middle aged man who was in safari~esque attire walked in and gathered us up, I guessed he was a scientist of some fashion. He'd told us that transport had been arranged and we'd be leaving the next day without a hitch.

I tried to tell the group that if it were a movie this would be only the beginning and I had a bad feeling about this. The shipwreck was just our way to real danger which would come very soon or on our ride to the aircraft that would lift us from this remote place.

Everyone entirely ignored my words and then we were warned to be careful because there were "monsters" on the island. I started looking for hiding places right away to take shelter since I knew now that it had been said, we'd all be picked off one by one. It was later in the day and the sun was starting to go down. I tried to urge everyone to close up the hut and get inside. Me and a very plain girl (brown hair, thin, in a t-shirt and jeans- super generic teenage girl) probably about the same age as me took shelter in the water heater closet. It was sort of off to the side of the room. It had no door so we did our best to cram behind the heater. There were two large doors that opened to the patio area that were opened. I was trying to tell a couple to hurry and close it. They simply stood there and did nothing. Then these "monsters" started creeping about. I could see shadows through the weathered boards of the hut and eyes peering in. I tried my best frantically signaling to hurry and shut the doors to no avail.

The monsters then crept inside. They appeared to be indigenous, dark skinned people. They had what looked like these large cuts on their faces, 2 slashes on each cheek that looked like some sort of tribal body art and had shaved heads. They were sleek, shiny, and black. They first just sort of walked around the hut exploring as if they hadn't ever seen civilization before and closely scanned over the others in the room. Once again I just new I was going to die this time.

A large white lady paniced and started to scream. These people attacked. I tried to help and grabbed a stick or pen or some similar object and stabbed out the eyes of 2 of these people. They were super strong and it didn't even seem to phase them. Then they calmly stood there, closed their eyelids and started to blend into the background like chameleons. Then I could see that the 2 others in the room, the lady and her husband were being devoured in a few quick bites. I escaped from the hut while the monsters were finishing up their prey.

From this point on it was more like a series of individual scenes rather than a complete sequence of events.

There was another couple who were like the really dorky unaware ones who didn't even realize they were in danger yet, blissfully unaware. They somehow had gotten ahold of a mini van (it suited their characters) and were driving through the unpaved streets of this isle. I saw them fly by and there were 3 of the monsters in the streets. Instead of simply wearing loin cloths they appeared to be wearing tattered fancy wedding dresses. The couple hit them with the mini van and then just waved their hands out of the window as if to apologize for their hit and run.

Then, behind me another truck was quickly driving up towards me. It was like a little red nissan from the 80s with a camper shell on it. Another person was crouched in the back. They drove by and I jumped on the bumper and crawled through the camper shell window. A monster also jumped onto the vehicle and we quickly turned the locks to seal the window before the monster could get his hands in. He then fell off and rolled in the dust.

From this point it turned into a different scene. I don't know where I was but I was on the road again and the truck this time had no camper shell and the driver (bad ass latino dude) and his partner had filled the truck bed up with explosives and were getting ready to burn the island to the ground.

Then the surviving people, me, the 2 I was in the truck with, and the stupid couple in the mini van were all huddled in some sort of communication station. It was just one room on the ground. We were surrounded by the monster people and the latino guy was trying to call for help. There was a small crack in the door. Large enough for a skinny hand to come through. A young monster person was sticking his hand through the door and just appeared to be friendly and curious. The blissfully unaware guy picked up a small box to try and hand it to the monster in hopes it'd go away and be amused by this gift. As he took the box. The monster smashed it, grabbed something like a pencil inside and stabbed the giver and grabbed his arm. I was right against the door on the far side also within reach. The guy pulled back in pain getting as far away from the door as possible. This room was really only large enough for 2 people so we were crammed in rather tight. At this point I woke up I think.

I pondered what the ending would be and assumed that either these indigenous monster people were either the product of some sort of genetic enhancements/experimentation or that the people who were trying to inhabit it were trying to eradicate these super human like creatures to make it into a paradise.