I just had one of the weirdest, stupidest dreams one can imagine. And it happened after one night when I was curious enough to go clubbing, just to remind myself why I didn’t go clubbing in the first place.
Anyway, the night before isn’t relevant. Just giving some context. It all began when I was in Bangkok. But it was an interesting layout of Bangkok. The city itself was an island and had a bunch of kickass beaches around and a few places of nature. It looked cool and it felt like paradise. It kinda was… until it wasn’t no more.
I met some hippie like people who lived there and we hung out right away. We took some sort of mini cart and we went around some beach place. It felt wholesome as hell. I genuinely made a connection with these people and we all got along perfectly. It was instant.
One of the dudes in this group wanted to get something to spice up the party. We went to some weird hippie house on a street with many colors. We walked in and I saw a bunch of old couches and beds where a bunch of girls were just lying flat, motionless. We just went around these rooms, trying to find something but it didn’t really happen. This dude decided to sit on a bed where 2 other girls were sitting and invited me to do the same.
I didn’t know for how long I’d done that but the next thing I knew was that I was sitting outside at some safari. I was going with some other humans on some beach. Palm trees, white sands, turquoise waters, light blue sky, cocktails and so on.
Things took a turn when I decided to go again on one of them colored streets with hippie houses. I walked inside one of them and it looked gloomy. A lot of people were just stoned on whatever and sat on chairs, sofas, beds, or even the floors with funky carpets. There were some bills of money spread out on the floor. They looked like alternate versions of Vietnamese money and had interesting artistic patterns on them. Everyone in that room was simply brain dead or at least looked that way. I decided to take some of those bills.
I kinda had it with that place and decided to walk away. Some guy who seemed to sleep on a chair close to the entrance suddenly woke up and stopped me. He had one of the most uncanny looks I could possibly picture for a human. He was a bald fat fuck with a pale skin, pale as a cadaver. He was half naked and I could see a bunch of weird marks all over his face and body. His eyes were dark, displaying no life, expression, nor emotion and his mouth had crooked teeth and some black substance was drooling from it. He could’ve easily been mistaken for one of the zombies from Doom 3. The most disturbing thing is that this horrible bastard was smiling, adding the final touches to the sombrous outlook.
He told me that he’d seen what I did. He wanted me to give back the money I’d just taken. I got my wallet out and got the exact bills I’d just picked up from the floor. But guess what? The cadaver/zombie looking character put the hand in my wallet and wanted to take everything instead. He told me that was the price I would pay for taking those other small bills in the first place. I had a good chunk of 100$ bills in that wallet so that was unacceptable. I wasn’t that retarded to let this happen.
I jerked away from the guy, told him to fuck off and that I would give him only what was due and walk away. This is where the fun began. He put back his soulless smile and the hunt began. I shot like a bullet out of that cursed house and started sprinting.
I was confident enough to lose this wretched fat fuck almost instantly but for some reason, despite his heavy messed up outlook, the fucker was always right behind me, holding the same smile. I kept on running but the gap between us didn’t expand. On the contrary, it seemed shrinking at times. There was some unnatural business at stake. This whole situation was defying basic physics and biology. Such a human (if one could call that human), would not be able to run more than 3 blocks. This guy kept on going. There was some compelling force behind this stuff. Dark energy, voodoo, black magic, witchcraft or simply the apocalypse was neigh, you decide.
For some reason, the whole city of Bangkok was completely empty at that point in time. And it was a really ghetto, shady side of Bangkok that I’d never seen before. No golden roofed pagodas or temples, no Buddha statues, no fancy traditional houses, no 7ELEVEN stores, no portrait of their king, no BTS station nor any fancy café. Just abandoned blocks that were untaken care of. What a place to be chased by a greasy fat half naked zombie with unusually long-lasting stamina.
This whole running had been going on for quite a while now and nothing changed in the aesthetics. It seemed that I was going in circles, always having the bastard right behind me. No life form was ever to be seen and the shady apocalyptic looking area had no end whatsoever. All the paradise features from the beginning vanished completely. It was just me and my new friend who wasn’t willing to give up his quest anytime soon.
I started to feel tired. I couldn’t say the same about the other fella. But I couldn’t stop myself. Weariness became anger, which in turn became hatred, which in turn became desperation. I was running out of my batteries and there was nothing in sight to fuck this guy up. No rocks, knives, devices or any tool designated to fuck up a menace of any sort. There was nothing to be done. My defeat was inevitable.
Why couldn’t that cadaverous looking creature just die? My prayers were not to be answered that day. Where were the drugged hippies and the other travelers coming from different corners of the planet to experience that Bangkok paradise? It seemed that I didn’t know anything there was to know about this world I was in. Maybe they all died and it was only me and the pale fat bastard left. And was it only about the money at that point? I couldn’t answer this one either. Maybe It was him who murdered everyone in sight and made the whole place look like an apocalyptic, depressing and deserted place left to rot only for himself. I was probably the last one standing between him and his horrific dream.
What if I was the one intruding and this was some sort of depraved wicked mystic and all he wanted was his peace of mind in that house where I did the cursed thing to take that money. And was it really money? What if those objects were his to keep and needed them for his daily business that only he knew about? It would be ludicrous at that point to tell him how sorry I was and beg for forgiveness. There was no way back. The dice had already been rolled and they weren’t favoring me at all. Satan’s very special purgatory was waiting for me. I had to accept it.
I kept on running and I reached my breaking point eventually. I fell down and started crying, reeling through all the moments of that Bangkok ordeal. From the charming beach to the hippies to the one dude who got me in that house to more hippies and then the place where everything took a turn with the pale fat devil. It would be a matter of seconds until I’d reach hell. That was it. I took a last look in front of me at the deserted street, knowing too well that was behind me.
I woke up in my bed. I was back to my own dimension. But the previous one still felt as vivid as ever. I was just glad I didn’t have to see a pale wicked cadaverous human smiling at me in that way. That was good enough for me.