In this dream, I’m a girl. I’m with a couple of other people, in a car. We can’t go into the darkness – darkness means death. Something is killing everyone in the shadows.
The something is a girl. Pale faced, rotting.
We’re in a car park, all of us terrified. A man comes up to us and asks what is going on. We tell him to run for light (it’ night). He refuses to believe us. We’re worried he may want us to get out the car, out of the lights in the car.
One of us throws something out the window. The man picks it up and looks at it. We sue to the time to get away.
As we drive off, we hear his screams.
We have to get out the car. The light’s no longer working. We get out – trying to stick to the light patches, caused by street lamps. One of the people I’m with steps into the shadows – he disappears. Another misjudges and step and dies.
There are only two of us now. The lights are going. There are more and more shadows. My terror builds up, as I run through shadows, praying that I’ll survive.
We come to a building. One story tall, fairly long. I don’t want to go inside – it’s probably dark in there.
Everything suddenly seems brighter. I turn around. We’re suddenly surrounded by loads of people – the people who had been killed! Dogs, who have also come back from the dead, running around, barking happily. Joyously.
I bend down and hug one of the dogs. I had survived! We had all made it!
I stood up, smiling and thankful.
It… it got darker again. All the people knelt down in front of me… all the dogs – they laid down. It was like I was their master.
The last person I was with – the one who hadn’t died – he came up to me. He held onto me firmly and led me over to the building. I didn’t want to go. I already knew what I would find in there.
A sudden mental flash – a foetus in a womb. But… there’s something wrong with it. It’s deformed…
I’m at the door of the building. The man wants me to go in. But he won’t go in himself. I realise I have no choice, and go in.
It’s a brightly lit bathroom. Nothing special. Lots of white, like in most public toilets.
I know what I have to do. I have to look in the mirror. But I already know what I will see in it.
I will see the demon girls staring back at me. Realisation kicks in – the demon… is in me.
I open my mouth to scream when…
I wake up.