I had this lucid dream where I lived on a world that recently developed an eternal night, the sun left about twenty years ago, and because of it, people began to mutate into people with powers akin to marvel characters, and I was turning into a undead freak incapable of dying, and I was apparently now a vigilante of a sort, killing mutated people whom had killed innocent people.

and this particular night, I was tasked on killing a bed-ridden woman who was already dying, she had murdered her husband when the sun went out

she showed me visions of my past, after the sun went out, my mother went hysterical, ruining the house to the point where we couldn't live there anymore, and people were already starting to change drastically, my brother becoming able to teleport

he sent me to a new house, in the middle of a party, and they just accepted that I was there now I guess??

I looked in the mirror, and my hair was beginning to change into a dark teal hue, and my skin was becoming paper white

that's when I was shown scenes where I wasn't present to see, the woman's life as the sun died

whatever powers she had manipulated her understanding of the world, and she murdered her wife under the illusion that she was being strewn through a house she couldn't exit, the sheer stress and panic from her caused her wife's brain to literally explode

After she showed me, i started to realize that she didn't mean the murders, but then again, she still killed someone, and her time was running out anyway

I didn't want to kill her, but I had an obligation

she said it was okay, and she requested that I tell her daughter of her passing after

Once id found her daughter, I'd tell her about the circumstances and her mothers death, and she didn't take it too good

she apparently inherited her mother's ability to make peoples fucking brains explode, and this pain was fucking unbearable

After she kept torturing my body, she went off to mourn, unaware that I couldn't die, so she left me in agony, and I couldn't take it

I found my gun and immediately blasted my skull in an attempt to relieve the pressure and pain

this is where I woke up

and I'm being very deadass in saying this

that unbearable fucking pain felt real

the dream in general was filled to the brim of unexplainable luminous areas, and strangely the narrator from the Stanley parable??

so the lesson of today: don't watch Smii7y play the Stanley parable while you go to sleep, you'll be fucked up badly