A dream after a night shift (wall of text and pretty disturbing)

Me, my sister Seb, Patrik and a couple of other friends were in Stockholm for the weekend. We were going out in the evening so we went to a big mall looking for a liquor store. After many walks through long hallways and running up and down stairs, we finally found one and bought our drinks.

We went back to the hostel, we lived in a room which we shared with 10-12 other people.

After relaxing for a couple of minutes a crew of girls came through the door, chattering and laughing. Patrik nudged my shoulder and nodded towards the girls as if to say "Lets go talk to them". They were talking about some kind of huge party/festival and how much fun it was going to be. I walked up to them and asked what kind of festival it was. They got thrilled when they saw someone else their age in the hostel (and male too probably). The girls leader, a pale girl with long dark hair and green eyes started expressing how this party was going to be the best thing we ever did. It sounded exaggerated, but it got our attention for sure.

The girls continued to talk about the festival. It was some kind of free spirit/hippie festival, which isn't really our style but my sister usually likes that scene so we started discussing it with the guys. They were hesitant at first but me and my sister convinced them. Seb asked "Soo, where is this magical huge hippie fest?". I realized that the girls never mentioned where it was and turned back over. But the girls weren't there any more. We went to the hostels backyard to look for them. They were there, having a smoke next to a newly started fire. They said the party was in west Märsta, something that made me and my sister react simultaneously. She briefly lived in Märsta before and I thought she got less interested in the idea since its so far away. I defended the girls before anyone had the chance to say anything negative about it. I asked what they usually do at the festival.

Almost like someone playing charades, the girl started miming the body language of "drinking", "dancing" and other activities. Were laughing but also a bit freaked out, since she was in such a trance while miming that sometimes she continued for a couple of minutes, even if we guessed it within a couple of seconds.

In one second the look in her eyes changed, from a light hearted happy expression to a grim, bitter and agonized one. It got very quiet as she slowly turned around, took a large piece of burning wood and lifted it up, seemingly unaffected by the scolding hot heat. She started swinging it around, towards her own friends and towards us. Seb screamed "- Don't do it, just mime it!" at the same time as one of the girls said "- NO! DON'T SHOW THIS PART YET!".
The leader girl took the burning piece of wood and tossed over the side of a fence, into a church next to the hostel.


Me, my friends and my sister all looked at each other with terrified look. Without uttering a word we all knew had to get out of there as soon as possible. The girls leader was just staring at the burning church, out of her breath and with this wild, animal-like expression on her face.
As her friends took care of her they screamed after us "- She isn't like this usually!", and that we definitely still should join to the party. We had no intentions of joining nor sticking around with these girls any longer.

The fire trucks and police sirens could be heard as we were gathering our belongings in panic. We ran back into the hostel to calmly exit through the front door, to not arouse any attention. The hostel was located on an island, an island very similar to Tuvan, our summer place. We ran down to the water as we heard screams of terror from inside the hostel. There was a large crowd of people outside and in the confusion, I lost my friends and sister.

The crowd of people were trying to get on to a small ferry, every one was bumping into each other in the chaos. I took a glimpse back and saw the hostel was now on fire as well. But more disturbing, the girls leader was tossing people around like rag dolls as she slowly walked through the crowd.

In the commotion I got knocked over and lost my breath. As I was trying to focus and get back up, I saw this little girl, covered in sot and bruises, hiding behind a tree next to the burning hostel. I looked back at the leader and her companions, who were now tearing bodies in two with their bare hands. After a moment of hesitation, I started crawling towards the little girl. I crawled through the forest and managed to get very close to her without getting noticed. I appropriated the girl from behind and said "psst, little girl. Come here! I'll save you!". There was no reaction from her side. I said again slightly louder and crawled a bit closer. The injured girl was shivering in pain and was almost entirely covered in blood. I inched my way over, crouched over next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. A massive jolt of electricity shocked through my body as soon as I touched her. I fell over and her head turned towards me, the face seemed familiar. I rubbed my eyes and after the initial pain was over, I tried to focus again. It was the face of the girls leader, but on the body of a kid.
I crawled backwards in panic, tossing everything I had next to me. The girl was much to hurt to move and was just growling at me, with the same empty stare I saw earlier. I turned around and to my surprise the ferry was nowhere to be seen.


Down by the water I saw four identical girls talking and pointing across the water and then to a bridge, located a couple of hundred meters away from them. Body parts and corpses was scattered around them. I realized that I was the only one left that wasn't torn to pieces - or demonic.


The girls were still down by the water, looking at a map and seemingly plotting their next move. I started sneaking through the forest, but it was  more like a jungle. The vegetation was so thick that I could only move a couple of meters per minute. I was hidden from the demonic clones but could still see them through the trees now and then. I leaned against a tree as I was trying to see what they were up to next, when suddenly, the tree trunk fell over.
A loud noise echoed through the forest and girls all face me straight away. I tried to run but got blocked by trees over and over. I looked back and saw trees falling, as if a lumber jack with super powers was while winding towards me. The girls came closer and close and I knew they were way more than just the four I saw down by the water. They caught up with me and I felt as if a stampede of bulls pushed me through the forest. Branches and tree trunks broke over my body as I was trying not to pass out from the pain. I felt nawing and scratching on my back as I got propelled further. I saw the bridge on my right side and with my last ounce of energy, I threw myself of the stampede and onto the bridge.

Badly hurt and barley lucid, I began to crawl over the bridge. I was about half way done when I heard the familiar growl yet again. One of the half torn up demon clones was dragging her upper body towards me. She was getting closer and closer,  I tried to move quicker but my muscles weren't responding. As she scratched and clawed away at my shoes and jeans I finally heard a voice I recognized. It was Seb, and my sister. They came running to my aid with two big purple bags in each hand. When they got close enough Seb reached down the bag and pulled up one of the beers we bought earlier. He tossed it in the girls head she let go of my leg. My sister helped me up and they dragged me to the car. As we were driving of in a hurry my sister said: "If you only would have let me finish earlier...West Märsta is WELL known for satanic rituals.
We started laughing and I felt this cold, painful stab in my side. I lifted my t-shirt and saw teeth marks. Suddenly I felt this deep, hungry growl from inside of me.

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This blog was only created to share a dream I had with family and a couple of friends. It might get used for something else in the future. Anyhow, read and enjoy!