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There was an event that used to happen every year - it was similar to Battle Royale, but instead of the students being made to fight, a student's family member was given a drug to make them psychotic, and then sent out to kill each other. I'd been chosen for this event twice, and my only family member left was my mother. Anyway, I went to work, and I'd been out speaking to someone in a different office. I tried to make my way back to my office, but there was a huge crowd of people blocking the way. I stopped to think about how to get through, when I saw someone gesturing to me. It was Ken Barlow from Coronation Street, but in the dream, I recognised him as my English teacher from school. He was trying to get out of the crowd, and had gotten right near the edge but was stuck. He called to me for help, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. He was grateful, and said he wanted to chat with me, so we went and sat at the top of some steps nearby, overlooking the smoking shelter and the car park.
He chatted to me about how all of his current class were really bad at English, and he missed having me there to right essays that made sense. He asked me if I still read a lot and still wrote, and I told him that I read all the time, but I only wrote when I was proofreading for my colleagues. One of my colleagues, Rich, came out of my office - presumably on his way to the smoking shelter. He saw us and waved, than he crouched down and his legs turned into a big spring, and he started bouncing round in circles. His legs came back, and he looked at us and smiled, and we clapped. Then he laughed at me and said "He's going to get chocolate on you". I turned round and saw that Ken had now turned into a really fat man in a superman T-Shirt, who had chocolate all round his mouth. He was leaning really close to my face, and I was disgusted that the chocolate might get on me. At first, I thought Ken had left and this man had just sat here, but then as I watched, he morphed into a different man - the man who runs the karaoke at the pub my friends and I usually go to. I realised immediately that he was working for the people who ran the event each year, and that he was here for me. I tried to run away, but he caught me and I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was round the other side of the buildings at work, and there were dozens of people tied to the railings. I was in a crowd of people who were crying - they'd been chosen too and the tied people were their relatives. After a while, the ties were released, and the relatives started running round and attacking each other. I saw my mother and ran up to her. She was wearing a yellow sun dress, and for some reason, she looked Chinese. I wondered if I looked Chinese too, but I had more important things to do, so I forgot about it. I managed to corner her, and started slapping her and shouting to her, to try and get her to come round out of the psychotic state she was in. It didn't work, and eventually another woman attacked her. I couldn't watch, but when I turned round, they'd killed each other. On the railings where my mother had been leaning, there was a dying pigeon, tied to the rail.
I had to go and wait inside, with everyone else who had lost people, and I started chatting to a Welsh lady. There was also a man covered in tattoos - he showed me a tattoo on his stomach, and said he had it done because he was a devil worshipper. Then he showed me his tongue, which he'd had forked, and his teeth, which he'd had filed into points. He was really friendly, and not scary at all. Then we were let into another room with the belongings which had been found on the bodies - we could look through and take what belonged to our relatives. i found my mum's bank cards in a paper rack, and kept looking. Next to me was a black man in a hat - he sounded Jamaican and was very old. I looked at the bottom shelf where we were standing, and found a picture of him with lots of people - presumable his family. On the back, he'd written "7 generations, 5 are gone". I was really sad at this, and I burst into uncontrollable crying. After a minute or so, I stood up and gave him the car, then I gave him a hug. After that, I was called into the office.
I went inside, and the karaoke man was sitting at the desk. He went through some routine paperwork with me, but I wasn't really listening. He was speaking to me like we knew each other really well, which he hadn't been doing to the other people. At the end, he said "Are there any subjects you have to finish, Helen? For the curriculum?" I told him no, because I wasn't a student anymore. He looked concerned for a minute, and wrote something down, then told me I could go. On my way out, I saw the Welsh lady again, and I told her I'd wait for her outside. As I was standing outside waiting, it suddenly occurred to me how concerned the man looked when I said I wasn't a student. I ran back inside, and the Welsh lady was just leaving, so the man was alone. I rushed up to him and said "You were surprised that I wasn't a student - does that mean I shouldn't have been picked? It's only students who are supposed to get picked?" He avoided the subject for a while, then finally he admitted I was right. I went absolutely ballistic, yelling that my mother was dead and it was a mistake. I launched myself at him and knocked him over.
When we hit the floor, he shape-shifted again, and turned into David Tennant. I pushed him onto his back, and I sat across his chest and grabbed his hair, then started slamming his head into the door. There was blood everywhere, and I thought I'd killed him, but he carried on talking to me like nothing had happened to him. I started punching his chest, and he kept staring at me. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. I knew it was something he was making happen, while he was staring at me, but I couldn't help it. I kept leaning in to kiss him, then realising what was happening, so I kept biting him instead. After a while, he said he was going to be sick, so I let him roll to the side. He opened his mouth, and a long finger-like thing came out of his throat, and spurted pink stuff. I realised (only now, for some reason) that he wasn't a real human. I grabbed a knife from somewhere, and slashed him across his stomach. From the cut, another pink thing shot up - it looked like a major vein - and started squirting really bright pink stuff out, like an artery would spurt blood. I thought it was disgusting, and said so. Suddenly, my friend Lisa, who is pregnant, was there, and she said "Yeah, it always is disgusting when you're pregnant", and she reached her hand into the side of her bump, and pulled something out and handed it to me. It was like a bundle of purple sinews, and at one end was a cluster of small grey lumps, that looked like pieces of bone or stone. It was revolting, and I thought I was going to be sick.
I don't think I've ever had such a strange dream in my life. It was horrifying, but I quite enjoyed it, which sounds really strange. I was very drunk when I went to sleep and had this dream, which might explain it, but any interpretations would be greatly appreciated!