Abby: I had the most cracked out dream. Ok. I dreamt that there was
a movie of the war requiem
John: What?
Abby: And that it took place in your house in Knoxville with
your roommates, plus some more people. At one point this 3 year old (or
younger?) kid, that was hanging around the house for some reason, turned out to
be a demon and one of your roommates had to fight it, apocalypse style.
The baby sprouted these red and orange gigantic feathers, and the
two of them started fighting to the death. But then they decided after a while
that they shouldn't be enemies. Meanwhile, one of the bedrooms became consumed
with fire.
John: WHAT THE HELL, this is so epic!
Abby: Mysteriously, [actor] Carl Weathers had been beaten to
death (not sure by who) and rolled up in a carpet and put in the room so people
went in to get his body out. And you were all in the kitchen, gathering things
to take with us when we fled and trying to decide what to do. Suddenly the
house began to flood quickly. We were submerged in water. Then everyone was
taken to safety in one of those motorized rafts, except for the demon baby and
your pseudo roommate who had fought him.
They were unconscious in the house, underwater, but not yet dead. One
of you knew that there were these giant slugs, more like fish, that could help
rescue them because they would try to eat them but they wouldn't actually kill
them.
Someone from the raft went down into the chimney, into the house
(underwater). The slug fish had half-eaten the demon baby and your friend so he
picked the fish up by their tails and dragged all of it to the surface in the
end. My final image was of everyone having survived, and the demon baby and
your roommate had the fish still attached to them at the waist, so they looked
like mermaids.
And then I woke up and I was like, damn, I'm glad I slept for that
entire dream.
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