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Previously on Listening For That Sweet Tune:
I had the most strange dream while I was laying with my fellow patrons and friends. I was in a building much like this very one I was before but many of the walls were made of glass and strange shards of metal. I was blinded by many lights upon entering this building and everything was the cleanest white I have ever seen. To my right and left were several doors leading down other hallways and a desk sat in front of me. A man was sitting as his desk reading some ragged book that has been through many long years still managing to survive the conditions—the man looked rather plain. Round small face, round small glasses that match that face, a rather small stature and balding. He looked up from his book to give me some attention.
'Are you checking in today?' he said in a rather sweet tone.
'No.' I responded, 'then again what would one be checking in for?'
'Your treatment sir, you look rather quite sick.' The man said as happy as he could.
'I don't feel sick.' I responded'
'Oh? But you are! You are so pale I almost didn't see you in all your glory within this room. You look rather sick, we must help you, we feel that it is our duty to make you feel better.' Before I knew it several men dressed in tidy white shirts and black slacks gathered around me in a semi crouched pose, as if they were ready for something big to happen. I looked over my shoulder, turned around and tried to explain to the men around me that this wasn't necessary. The man at the desk started to explain that I had to go with them for my treatment and that it was pertinent for me to have a functional life. All the men then jumped on top of me each holding onto all my limbs, I wasn't struggling yet but I noticed that another man came out from another door with a rolling chair like straight jacket—like I was some kind of hazard. I didn't want to be here but obviously they wanted me to stay so I gave them what they wanted.
I thrashed and screamed and used the vilest words concerning their mothers just to get them all riled up. I kicked at the men at my feet loosening their grip and upon extending my legs forward I hit one of the men in the nose. His nose started to bleed quite profusely which surprised me quite much due to the fact I didn't kick rather hard at all. It was the blood that started everything; as soon as I saw that sweet red substance I started to crave for more. This is when I became self aware of where I was and what was happening, lucid dreaming.
I realized I was dreaming—though that is the first thing to know about lucid dreaming—and then I remembered where I was and what happened before I fell to the ground and then the taste. I was curious but that always is the first step to head down a twisted spiral. Since I was able to shake off one off of my leg I started to shake my arms but the men had them down very firmly but looking up to them they were focused on my arms, too focused. They lost a sense of where they were so much, which they were leaning in towards me and that’s where I struck. The man to my upper right got the worst, I used my momentum to push myself forward and the man didn't know what hit him—or bit him to that matter. I plunged to the side of his face and I got a clean chunk of the man’s face, his cheek to be exact. He screamed in so much pain and rolled on the floor and I just chewed on what I had.
Now that I think of it, I don't think I have tried raw food before but I regret it now, though I was just dreaming I got this sweet meaty taste on my tongue and I craved it like one does to a cow or chicken. It was insane looking back at it now but that was the moment. I had free limbs, so I used my hand to grab the other man that had a grip on my left hand and I bit the right side of his neck straight off. I lost the grip of the other man on my leg by now and bite after bite this adrenaline was pulsing through my veins—a great drug might I add. I looked up to see if the other men were around but they ran away, and the wheel chair was just rolling on its own. The man I kicked ran off but a blood trail followed with his steps and as for the man lacking a face, he was lying with his hands covering his sight rocking back and forth with pain. Blood dripped from my chin and I'm sure I looked like some predatory animal but this was only a dream and if they just decided to leave me be, the taste of blood wouldn't have been so sweet.
I could feel the world collapse and shake around me but I couldn't see anything just yet. The man that was bit on the face had a cane of some sort around his belt I took it out from under him and I tapped him a few times with my foot to see if he would respond but he didn't. Things around me started to change shape and fall in different directions of some sort so I made things quick. I lifted the cane I had and I beat the man’s face in repeatedly, I wanted to see something. After ruining every feature in his face I crouched down to look at him at his own level, putting my hand on his chin I looked at both sides of his face a few times. I was thinking of Moony, I wanted to know if I did anything wrong towards her but nothing seemed the same on what I saw on her. She—though mutilated—held some beauty to what she was like she was the light of the world, this man was just disgusting. Nothing looked the same and I could only assume that what happened to her was through a series of intricate cuts letting blood to cover her but to retain a figure of what she once was.
My hand bludgeoned this man but not Moony, I never really had experience on anything that could be used as a weapon but what was on her was something else. It was like a strange attempt of surgery to make her look more beautiful and in honesty, she was. That what was interesting about it, it was more than just some normal killing. Something was special about it and as before, I was determined to see what or who has been killing those around me. The whole dream fell apart at that moment, walls and ceilings fell and I just sat there on my knees, arms wide, just waiting for the storm to come.
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