I've had many awesome dreams, and one of my best dreams ever was kind of a nightmare, but I've been fascinated by it for years.
So I'm in buttfuck nowhere in like, Nebraska or a similarly vast but empty place, and I'm in a cabin with a lady friend. We're going on an adventure into the woods to see some abandoned buildings, and we're apparently doing some sort of study.
So we trek into the woods and we come across this giant, abandoned church. We peer inside and start looking around. We go up the old stairs to the balcony and continue to see if there are any sorts of interesting artifacts left behind, when all of a sudden a huge group of people walk in. This isn't any normal group of people though, it's a bunch of very short people who are completely covered in white sheets, holding lit candles. The girl and I get very quiet as we listen in on what they are saying. They take the abandoned pews and their leader stands in front of them and says some stuff in a really, REALLY creepy high pitched voice, and then offers them some sort of pudding, which he says tastes like chocolate and bananas.
The conversation amongst the sheet cloaked little people quickly turns violent and it's clear that they have some sort of blood lust. My woman is clearly starting to get uncomfortable, and we realize that we need to get out of there before we're found out, but we are trapped for the time being. Then, an Australian dude with an awesome hat appears out of seemingly nowhere and gives us the old finger to the lips, telling us to be quiet. He has a hunting rifle which he carefully aims at the cult people and he opens fire. They scatter and flee, screaming in their creepy high pitched voices.
The Australian begins barking orders at me and the girl, which we follow without questioning. He tells the girl to go get the jeep (we have a car now) and to meet us a half a mile down the road so we can get the fuck out of there. He tosses me a shot gun and tells me to follow him.
We give chase to the little people, and we quickly come across an old but well kept up house. The Australian kicks in the door and we storm the place, but it looks like we are too late. The walls and floors of the house are covered in blood. There are dead little people (still wearing their white cloaks, which I might add are not stained with blood) everywhere. It becomes obvious that this is some sort of death cult. I want to go find what's left of them, but the Australian says we should wait for the girl to come with the jeep and we can give chase that way.
That's where it ends.
