"Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares

Three scenes featuring me and Other Persons in my apartment

- First, continuing on from where we left off when we were last awake:
It's late, boyfriend and I are talking, there's a knock at the door and my neighbor marches in uninvited, holding a shotgun. The bearing of arms seems normal and sensible given the situation, wherein he's come to ask us to keep it down because it's late. He leaves, boyfriend suggests being louder just to annoy the neighbor. I'm too upset by this suggestion to be able to explain that he shouldn't do that considering I'm the one who'll have to keep living next to a gun-toting asshole after he leaves.

- Second, later that night:
A disreputable individual is in my apartment, at my invitation. Neighbor comes in with a handgun, shoots the individual, a quick time event starts (complete with HUD) where I have to shoot my neighbor while dodging based on how his gun is angled. I hit him square in the forehead, this apparently doesn't stop him, he shoots me in the leg before I eventually land enough shots in the neck to down him. Boyfriend and I head out the front door to deal with all these bodies or whatever, neighbor has parked his truck cab in front of my front door to wall it off. My old neighbor, Kayla sticks her head out of her front door, bleary and in pajamas. Kayla and Asshole Gun Neighbor can't possibly occupy the same apartment, so I stick my head out the back door (our apartments, identical, all have back sliding doors opening out into a yard area). I'm in Apartment 1, Kayla is in 2, AGN is in 3 (their lights still on). I figure "damn, we must have been pretty loud if he can hear us two doors away."

-Third, a decent while after all that:
I'm talking to Dad, who's here to see how I'm doing after all that weird shit that just went down recently. I'm getting kind of anxious that it shouldn't be daytime right now, there are gaps in my memory, I ask Dad how he got to Japan. "Oh, I something something something." Literally what he said. Something clicks, I consciously decide I want out of what I am now fully aware is not reality. The Other Person in the apartment (formerly my dad) is now me, bearing a horrific expression and murderous intent, offering to kill me or do something similarly painful if I want to be awake that badly.

I wake up before anything bad happens to me other than being panicked and terrified by my dumbass brain.