Drowning In Blood
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This dream is really hard to describe. I had moved to a new area with my parents, a sister, and a male friend. It was somewhere in the North of England, andmost of the area was made up of moors and bleak open areas - it reminded me of Wuthering Heights. There was a big building in the centre of one of the moors - in real life it's my office building, but in the dream it was like a meeting place for everyone because we all lived so far away from each other. I was in this building on the top floor, and I was looking out of the window. A storm had started outside - the sky was black and there was lightning and thunder, and strong winds. Out the window I could see one tree, which was bending almost to the ground when the wind hit it. The rest of the moor seemed to have turned into a thick liquid - it looked like blood, but I convinced myself it was just the wet ground, and the colour of the sky was distorting it. I remembered hearing a legend about the area - a hundred or so years before there had been a group of people who belonged to some kind of offshoot of Christianity. They were incredibly religious, and tried to do good all the time, but one particular woman had been accused of conversing with the devil, and it had caused the moor to be flooded with blood. The rest of the people had all been drowned, while the woman was dragged down to hell.
I had never believed this legend, but now that I had seen how the moor looked, I started getting scared. I started to run down the stairs towards the ground floor, all the way trying to convince myself it was just a story. A couple of floors from the bottom I bumped into an elderly Irish man. I was slightly hysterical by this point, and I asked him if he'd seen the moor. He started talking about the legend and the woman as though he'd known her personally, then he grabbed me by the shoulders and started shouting "It wasn't her fault, you need to understand that it wasn't her fault!". I broke free and ran for the next flight of stairs, as he continued to shout after me, but as I stepped onto the top step I saw that the blood from the moor had broken through the doors of the building and had flooded the ground floor, and was now making its way up the stairs. It had a really thick slippery consistancy. I slipped on it on the top step, then fell on my backside and slid all the way down the stairs, and landed on the landing below, sitting waist deep in the blood.
The dream cut and I was now trapped with my family and friend inside what seemed to be some kind of human farm. We were chained in rows, along with hundreds of other people, and there were troughs of food in front of us. My family were on the end of the row - my parents were at the very end, and I was next to them. There was a door next to my parents which led out onto the moor - still soaked in blood. Directly in front of the door were about 10 objects hanging from hooks. They looked like large eggs - like ostrich eggs - and were covered by what looked like pink seaweed. There was a young man working in the building - he was wearing a hazmat suit and kept looking at me like he wanted to help me - I had a feeling that we knew each other from somewhere. He kept going to the eggs and shaking out the seaweed. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that sometimes parasites got in the seaweed, and he had to protect the eggs, and also sometimes the eggs released a stream of smaller eggs, which needed to be able to flow straight out into the moor - hence why the eggs were opposite the door. I was about to ask him what was happening to us, when I was distracted by my sister somehow managing to get her ipod headphones tangled in the food trough. For some reason, I found this hilarious, and so did the young man. We were both laughing, but when I looked at him, he was looking at me full of sadness, and I realised for certain that I was going to die.
