My dream was long and very, very weird.

My dream starts out with a scene from an anime that obviously doesn’t exist. I sort of has the look and feel of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex but it obviously isn’t.

I see a with slim and handsome man with dark, slicked back hair and a badass black suit messing with an electrical box looking thing in a hallway of a hotel that is supposed to be very ritzy and up there but it looks like shit.

A woman walks up beside him. She’s tall, slim, blonde, has a pretty face and big boobs. She opens a secret panel beside the man and inserts a long, metal tube shaped container with some kind of dangerous liquid inside in two odd pipe things then closes the panel.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” the man says to the woman as he continues to mess with the electrical looking box.

“Neither are you,” she replies.

It’s obvious they’re spies and they are one two different parts of the same mission.

The man closes the electrical box and the woman opens a huge panel where the small secret one should have been. She steps aside and he begins messing with some sort of strange computer system inside.

He messes with it for some time before the electrical box starts smoking. He stops, closes the panel and just idly stands by and talks to the woman while the boxes smoke and give off a terrible smell.

Suddenly, the man and woman are standing on a wide pier that has burning things all around it. They look back and see the hotel burning down. People are for some reason running into the fire.

They are about to leave when a man who looks like the old man from Ghost in the Shell stops them and tell them they are under arrest.

The dreams cuts to me as a young boy, maybe 15 years old, in the driver’s seat of a huge 18 wheeler with an old man beside me, instructing me how to drive. We’re driving very fast on a really narrow, ornate road that is laid out like a toy car track but paved and not plastic.

“Alright, son,” the old man says, “it’s time to park.”

We come up to a little parking lot with one blue pickup truck parked in the spot the old man wants me to park in.

He instructs me to go fast, hit the break, turn the wheel to the left and come to a dead stop beside the blue truck, which I do, which defies logic.

When I look beside me, the blue truck which was parallel with the lines, is now turned so the tailgate is facing me, as if it refuses to talk or look at me.

The dreams cuts to the old man and me driving like hell to my house. He says the cops are after us for my fucked up parking lesson.

I get inside my house where I miraculously transform back into my female self. I barricade the door and hide in a little spot between the secretary desk and a trunk we don’t actually own.

I hear a knock at the door and a woman who is supposed to be my step mom answers the door which has become unblocked. A policeman with a huge head asks if I’m home. He walks up to me and asks where I can find the old man who was teaching me how to drive.

The dream cuts to me inside a very cartoony, gothic bedroom that looks like something out of Invader Zim.

I try to talk to a young man. He’s slender, pale, has long black hair and a cute, sharp face. He has dark circles around his eyes and he’s dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans.

I realize I have found a missing, legendary (but not real) guy who was once part of the youtube goth scene. He used to go by MrCreeps or something like that. I try to convince him to come back but he gets very defensive and yells “I’M NOT MRCREEPS ANYMORE. I’M THEGREG, GOT IT?”

MrCreeps hides in his closet and cries. I get in with him but he pays me no attention.

Suddenly, a very cartoony porcelain bird head ricochets around the closet and lands at my feet. I look down and see a large, porcelain eyeball beside me. I pick it up and I’m outside the Aperture Lab’s main gate. MrCreeps drives up in a futuristic looking 18 wheeler and talks to me.

“Excuse me?” he says in a very slow, creepy, Crispin Glover sounding voice, “Could keep an eye on my dog? He ate something strange and now he’s acting weird.”

He hands me a blobby white thing that is supposed to be a cartoony dog. The dog levitates out of my hands and starts slowly spinning. My point of view is now from two different angles. One POV is of a person looking directly at the dog as the other POV is of someone who knows something bad is going to happen, so they turn away and go inside a very rundown looking house.

“See the thing moving under his skin?” MrCreeps starts to say, “See it going around and around in his belly?”

Something is obviously moving around under his skin. It looks like a pair of spaced out eyeballs.

MrCreeps continues talking in this slow, creepy way. Most of what he says I just can’t remember. I think it was about the thing under the dog’s skin.

Suddenly he says, “Wouldn’t it be weird if he exploded?”

All of a sudden, my POV is switched to the person turned away when I hear a very gorey explosion and splatter. I look at a TV and see a white appliance looking thing with a hole blown out of the side and a bunch of pink and purple ribbed hoses dripping grease.

“Did he explode?” I ask.

“Yup,” someone beside me says.

My dream keeps reliving MrCreeps voice and he dog explosion for a while, then the dream ends.

notes: the mrcreeps of my dream has nothing to do with the creepypasta youtuber currently going by mrcreeps. his youtube channel was started in 2017. i had this dream in 2013 and was probably influenced by mrcreepypasta and other creepypasta narrators of the day.