I once had a dream where this teenager sui'd on a cruise ship, nobody cared, and there was a little chunk of his body in a sealed plastic water bottle that sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The chunk of dead kid in the bottle decomposed until it became a rancid yellow liquid with little brown flakes floating in it, and this wierd copepod crab thing decided to make its home inside the plastic water bottle like a hermit crab, sticking the back of its body in the bottle to plug it so it was sticking out with the rancid yellow decomposed human liquid in it. His ghost got mad a bug was living in a bottle full of his remains, and voiced his displeasure by hijacking radios and complaining about it.
Change of scenes and I'm in a multi storied building, like an empty museum storage section, and I'm surrounded by people I know. We're all retardedly running around in circles, getting nowhere and panicking, because the bottle with the rancid liquid and the sea bug is starting to spread itself everywhere. The yellow goo is endlessly oozing out of bottle, and wherever on the floor it oozes the sea bugs are trying to climb onto people and bite them. Dream me is super scared because he knows the endless oozing bottle is gonna flood the whole Earth in rancid corpse juice and bugs are gonna eat us alive.
I start running retardedly like everyone else at first. Then I find what looks like an abandoned elevator shaft, jump down it and feel a sharp pain in my foot as everything goes black. I am taken to a skyrim-esque loading screen where I am presented with two save files of my life with the same name, I instinctively know one of these will lead me back to the time before I jumped down the shaft and died whereas the other is me already falling halfway down the shaft (I will fall feet first to my death a second time if I pick that). I guess the first save file is the right one, and after finding that my guess is correct I keep running in circles.
Suddenly an old fat dude with a bellowing voice starts shouting at me to "go down". After a few seconds of being shouted at I realise that he'stelling me to go down a descending flight of stairs in the middle of the room. I start running down those stairs like a madman, with a bunch of normies following me. As I reach the bottom of the stairwell I can sense that the flood of vile liquid oozing from the bottle had now truly become a tidal wave. I ran down a corridor at the end of the stairwell, which was lined with ladders leading up to an underground train station platform.
I climb up onto the platform and immediately leave the station. I am now both above ground and outside, in a market full of run down-looking (especially Asian family owned businesses. Forsome reason I start to think I am safe so my pace reduces to a fast walk, but then I hear crashing and screaming behind me so I start bolting out of the market.
After I've left the gates of the market I find myself running down a winding, gravel-footpath road in a similarly-run down post industrial area. For whatever reason dream me reckons going to the bus stop and waiting for a bus to arrive is going to save me from this disgusting tidal wave.
Suddenly, despite all this having gone on, I teleport into my kitchen. A gimmicky sci fi movie style radar screen appears in my vision and shows a shock wave wiping out little dots. I realise these dots represent my family and loved ones, who have magically died/disappeared as a cost for me teleporting to safety. I start to feel shitty about that but then my alarm wakes me up.
