In a story emerging from a coffee shop in Chicago, IL, your best friend Aditi just slammed her drink down dramatically, pulled up a chair, and said, “I had a dream about you,” which can only mean she is about to recount the most horrific, scarring dreamscape imaginable.
While you had initially hoped that the dream might be one of those innocuous “we kissed” ones, or – even better – one of the ones where you do mundane tasks then wake up and have to do them all over again, it became clear about 10 seconds in that this was not the case.
“So, it started out in your apartment,” she said, launching into the story before you had a chance to consent. “But it wasn’t quite your apartment. Like, everything was dark, damp, and full of spider webs, and we just knew there were killers out there hunting us. Because if I stood too close to a window, I’d be shot and regenerate at the start of the dream.”
This grotesque description was just the tip of the iceberg of the horrors to come, as Aditi proceeded to recount the dream in such detail that it’s likely give you nightmares.
“You turned on me, and I turned on you, and the worst part of it all was – we were so busy fighting that we missed our final exam and had to retake all of college,” she continued while you absentmindedly munched your croissant, trying to let this information roll straight off your brain.
“And I turned to look at you one last time, but you had no eyes – like, they were just gone – and with what was left of your mouth – blood pouring out, of course – you said ‘There is no tomorrow’ then detached your right arm all cyber-like – no, your left,” Aditi said, as if this correction did anything for the general tenor of the story, which had already passed your comfort threshold for violence, gore, and suspense.
“Anyway, then the next dream I had was about giving a presentation or something,” she finished at last, chipper as ever and unaware of the lasting psychological effects this story would undoubtedly have on you. “Isn’t that crazy?”
“Yeah, that’s so crazy!” you replied, as if the entire thing wasn’t one of the most disgusting scenes you’d ever heard.
By the end of the conversation, you figured it was a good time to tell her about your dream, in which the two of you kissed. Yay!
