Thoughts of the day: A dream

Last night, I dreamed about a massacre. I'm in an animated short movie with a great style of drawing and coloring. I can't describe it in a specific term though, because I know nothing about the technical stuff. Now when I think about it, it’s quite similar to the Three Brother part in the movie Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows (Part 1) about the style and the spooky tone. The detail and “drawing” is way more specific and magnificent though.

Well, it's a "tale" of a queen who want to find a bride for her step son (the prince), so she hosted a night Ball for all the girls in the kingdom to come. It's kinda like a Cinderella party when everyone dresses beautifully and sparkling to have a chance to meet the future king and be the new princess. At first, the whole thing is so bright with all the light and candles, everything is drowning in cozy, luxury, golden, gigantic dance floor. All the girls are so beautiful and faking a seduce smile. Little did they know, the horrible event is about to happen and it will change their lives forever. (I sound so cliché and cheesy).

The picture of the queen is just a glimpse in my memory. She’s wearing a black sequin gown and sit in the corner of the party, out of all the noises and flirtation. Well, because this is my dream so I know the queen is in love with her step son too and she can’t bear the thought that someone will marry the prince. This whole party is just a booby trap as an act of a tremendous jealousy. All the doors are suddenly shut and all the women are getting killed one by one by an order from the envious queen. Everything turn red. Now my subconscious is quite poetry and elegant and twisted in my own way so this massacre is not gory or having any shock value. It's bloody, brutal and quite breathtaking in the visual effect. My view changes from scene to scene, I feel like I am a ghost floating from places to places and see everything needed to be seen. There are screams and cryings sound like a sad song. There are dead bodies are all over the castle, the hands of desperate girls who tried to find the way out.  Some girls are pushed to windows and fell out of life, some are dumped into the river with sparkling dresses flow in black and red water. The clouds are dark, full with thunder and shaped like demons, the street is full of a metaphorically for all the deaths wandering... It's so beautiful and out of my expectation. 

I don't know, maybe listening to those murder podcasts every night finally got me. It's so so stunning. I didn’t know I can dream something like that. I guess we all never know.