Bizarre Dream (Definitely NOT for the faint of heart)

Had one of those nightmarish dreams last night that I marvel I can still remember. Usually as soon as you wake up you start to lose the images and ideas until about 9 or so when you previous nights dreams have been completely lost.

I wasn't in the dream persay but I was watching it like an outsider as if in a movie. Small town in what I guess to be the old west but further on in the dream you will see how the time period might be a tad skewed. There were people of all ages, shapes, and sex crowded in the town square, all dressed in western garb (continuing with the old west theme). Everyone was frantic, crying, and screaming. It looked like they were in a mad fury to find something or someone. I assume they were looking for the remainder of the population of the town. A scream came and all attention was drawn to a large building.

This was the town hall or court house but it looked like a barn if you ask me. On the inside it looked more like a church with the tall windows but don't all court houses look like churches anyways.

Here is where it gets odd. We enter the community building, there seems to be this middle age man that everyone is turning to for answers and guidance. He turns and bellows for them to keep the women and children outside. How chivalrous of him.

Hammered to the high walls were the heads of the missing villagers. They were mounted like Deer trophies but the tops of the skulls had been removed and the contents were dripping down to the floor like melting ice.

The men were running around the room angry and shocked. Some were crying. Others were vomiting and losing command of other functions.

The middle aged leader scanned the wall and finally looked down to the huge oak desk in the middle of the room. A teen age girl was hiding underneath.

The dream skips at this point. A jump into the near future.

A futuristic police car and CSI vehicle which looks more like an airport shuttle blaze off from the town in a cloud of dust. All the characters are still wearing drab clothing and suspenders. I am now the teenage girl. Not any teenage girl but the one from Firefly, was it River?

I am standing in a convenience store not a modern one or a old west one. The kind with coke in glass bottles. Two farmers, old men are standing at the front door which is a battered screen door. I can see they are talking but can't hear what they are saying. Something draws their attention and without looking I know what it is. Three men, skinny men, are crossing over a levee covered in sagebrush by an old water tower. This is some way from the store but they seem drunk and are stumbling. Closer two black females like Aunt Jemma sp? cross over the levee closer to the store and doom starts to settle on the teenage girl.

The clerk, a nice lady, asks her what is wrong but I(River) ignore her. I stumble over a pyramid of soup cans making my way for the meat locker in the back of the store. I try to open the door but the butcher's assistant is trying to block it. The assistant looks like a young man but I know she is a butch lesbian. I have no idea where that comes in but the assistant is blocking the door because she knows what is coming.

I slip passed the lesbian with freckles and beautiful short red hair into the meat locker which ends up to be house. Each door is closed in the hallway with white surgical tape over the door jam with 'Body' written on each piece. I heard screams from the front of store after the third door I tried and screams that were human but not human at the same time. I was looking for a place to hide but each door I open I knew that they could find me.

I make it to the back of the store/butcher shop/ white walled house. The butcher is there hacking away at the hind quarters of skinned horse. How the hell I know it is a horse, I again have no clue. Somehow I sneak around the butcher, only inches from his sweaty back. I climb up into the ceiling tiles but I can still see the butcher through a wooden grate. I keep knocking out the tiles and have to climb back down to the floor to put them back in place. I am entirely convinced they will find me.

I hear movement but the butcher is still clueless. I want to tell him but for some reason I think he is his own kind of bad man. I don't know. Maybe that just makes it easier for me to swallow and allow what is going to happen next.

The butcher is attacked. He is pulled away from the grate so I can't see but I can hear everything. He is a huge burly man of about 6 feet and at 340 lbs but he is being gang raped. I can hear him kicking the wall and whimpering and begging. The only response is that human but not human growls.

My gf woke me up at this point to tell me she was off to work. How freaky? This kind of reminds me of the Reaver story from Serenity and that would explain me being River or whatever her name was.

Odd don't' you think?