Dream: Origin of Miniboss
Dream 5/21/22
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The Swarm holds against the marines,
We drive the men back, but it’s not as it seems.
They flee but not of our might in terror.
They evacuate for the approaching bomber.
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I command my Swarm to burrow and hide,
Dirt and stone like a bunker is hollow inside.
But unlike a bunker, it offers no protection
From the Atom Bomb’s blast radius explosion.
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But a few workers from my colony survive
The fallout, but if they don’t leave, radiation will fry
Them into briskets. Not that they’ll make it far
With the tanks and marines, their escape is barred.
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Special Ops to the rescue in a cruising jeep.
The Heads-Up Display reveals an ally in need
Only a kilometer away, we can save them if we’re quick,
So I slam my foot on the gas and swerve past fallen spaceships.
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The blue arrow in my visor saying that it’s not far now,
When we reach the squad that needs help, we’ll be ready to roll out.
We bounce up the metal ramp between walls of stone,
The ramp rises to close behind, we’re not alone.
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The squad is all gone, but their beacon still signals S.O.S.
This wasn’t a rescue mission, it was a trap to ambush us.
In this dead-end crater, there is spaceship wreck debris:
Strewn assault rifles and missile launching machines.
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The dead bodies on the ground show operatives were here once,
We keep alert around so won’t be caught off-guard by the ambush.
There they are, two brutish monsters have taken captive the priestess.
There is still one left alive, we’ll rescue this hostage.
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The brutes were big fleshy wingless gargoyles.
They’re only weapons were claws, which were deadly up close.
So I grab a gatling rocket launcher with three spinning barrels
And fired a barrage at one, causing it to explode.
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When the smoke cleared, it was still steadily alive.
It was slightly injured, missing an arm and its eyes.
The rest of my squad opened fire on the beast,
But it shrugged off our bullets like the bite of a flea.
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I duck behind cover as the two monsters leap toward my team,
I cover my ears to block out the screams,
Then jump at the brutes, blasting them from behind.
Drop the launcher in favor of the combat knife.
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The brute can’t turn around before I stab out its spine.
The second gargoyle charges after me, ignores my allies.
By the beast reaches me, he’s little more than a corpse
As my team tears through his back with explosive force.
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I finish him off and turn to the hostage,
I feel sorry that she saw her squad’s carnage.
She doesn’t look worried, scared or relieved.
Instead, her face burns red, she’s angry.
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A voice in our heads laughs at our futile actions.
“You’ve saved no one, there are no captives.”
Four tendrils grow from the back of the priestess.
She seethes from the destruction she’s witnessed.
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A whirlwind surrounds her with flying debris,
The tempest pushes bullets and missiles out of reach.
The voice in our heads must have her deceived.
She’s been corrupted but I think she can be redeemed.
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Ricochet off the funnel cloud, we can only run from her assault.
Giant tentacles like it’s like it’s the Kraken of legend we fought.
Slamming through wreckage, splitting spaceships in two,
I fear what that’d do to flesh, bone, and sinew.
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From a hole in the wall, two more brutes appear.
The wind dies down, but it’s worse than I feared.
The hole in the wall holds reinforcements.
Bottlenecked in the tunnel, at least they won’t swarm us.
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Endless supply of tanky brutes.
We can take them down, but it’s no use.
We can not win this fight through attrition.
We must act now, our victory must be decisive.
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We don’t kill the brutes, we distract them instead.
They chase after me, leaving their charge unguarded.
The wind starts and stops at set intervals.
This lets us plan our attacks because she is predictable.
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After several barrages impact on our target,
She is looking pretty beat up, but she won’t yield yet.
Now should we spare her life or finish her off?
As we consider, below us the floor drops.
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We fall with her down the hole into a pool of beads.
Those black spheres are like eyes watching our deeds.
The priestess attacks, so we fight, give it our all.
This last assault makes her explode, leaving a hole in the wall.
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We climb out into a valley with sunshine on a dam
Of a reservoir in the mountains, we are safe in this new land.
But the voice mocks us for killing our friend just to escape,
So I determine to try once again and not repeat the same mistake.
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The jeep enters the crate and the ramp rises behind us.
I am fully prepared to fight brutes and dodge the priestess.
I kill the brutes again and again nad plead the priestess fight back
Against the voice in our heads and come with us to the evac.
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After dodging tentacle slams and slaying countless gargoyles,
The priestess nop longer attacks and doesn’t create her tornados.
After killing the brutes but before replacements arrive,
We gather around the priestess and plead with her to switch sides.
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Maybe we were getting through, but we will never know.
The voice in our heads shouts angrily, below us opens a hole.
We fall back into that room of a pool of black spheres.
This time the beads slowly drain and something follows us here.
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The hole in the ceiling from which we have fallen,
Wriggles in a monstrous shadow, two-dimensional but solid.
The spheres all flush out and we fall in an endless void.
The shadow jumps down after us, and gulps up the priestess in one bite.
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I have no time to mourn before I am eaten as well.
I try to pry my way out, hold open the teeth and the mouth.
But I can’t escape, the force of darkness is too great.
As the suction of the vacuum pulls me down to my grave.
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Death doesn’t hurt. It feels like nothing at all.
Teeth crunch me in half, and I begin to fall.
An endless demise I barely remember.
It’s not worth our time trying to describe here.
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The darkness faded to grey in my painless death.
Then the sun comes up in the world of Minecraft.
The ground rumbles a black hole appears in the sky.
A man afraid, switches from shovel to pickaxe, he can’t decide.
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Then another man across a ravine readies his bow.
Worming down from above, is the writhing, opaque shadow.
He shakes uncontrollably and falls onto his back.
Arrows spill from his quiver, bow drops from his hands.
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The sounds of crunching bones
Are shown in his eyes as echoes.
His only comfort, his only respite
Is that he won’t remember this because he won’t be alive.
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This is the dream that features Ninomae Ina’nis, priestess of The Ancient Ones.
This is the dream that features the Eldritch Infested in Minecraft.
This is the dream that features the ghost of a girl proposing marriage to a still-living boy.
This is the dream in which I go back to school with [Redacted] and I try to take classes to shore up my weakness.
This is the dream in which I am at school, and some almost carnival like event allows me to take bread samples.
This is the dream in which I am driving a jeep as a special operative when an objective shows up on my HUD, directing me to save a captured ally (secretly Ninomae Ina’nis, who has been corrupted).
This is the dream where the floor falls away below us, causing us to fall.
This is the dream where a massive shadowy worm-like tendril creature drops after us, swallowing us whole.