If you gonna ask me ''Wtf is that?!'' I have a story to go with this image...

I usually don't dream. Too fast way of life, work-home-work-home, many things happen during day, I get tired by the end of it so much that the moment my head touch the pillow I'm asleep, just pure darkness, no dreams, nothing. i wake up next morning and feel like night has past really fast. I'm rested, but it just feel like blitz. One minute asleep, next one it's morning and I have to go to work again.

But, this morning I had a dream (or better to say NIGHTMARE). What is peculiar is that the whole dream happened in the span of 30 min. My alarm watch is set at 5.30 in the morning, but I go to work at 6.30. So I spend half a hour just laying in my bed... It sound strange but I'm a slowpoke, what can I say, it takes time for me to rise and shine.

But, after I stopped the alarm I was so sleepy I just fell to bed again and...

And I was in the office of some guy that wanted to investigate the death of his daughter. There was a fire at dormitory for kids with special needs and 30 children died in it, and his daughter was one of the victims. Investigation concluded that fire broke due to bad electrical installation, but he didin't buy it and wanted from me to snoop around. I was a private investigator in that dream and my sister was working at home as my partner. She was collecting info and stuff from internet and I usually was sending her pictures of clues that she would process and tell me what they mean, using her hacking skills. We had a direct line via sophisticated mobile phone I used to collect clues on the spot.

Next thing I was at the scene. Right beside the school that burned was an old refinery of some kind and during an accident there was an explosion that almost completely buried the dormitory. So I had to go through that industry complex to enter into destroyed school building.

What happened next I could only describe as Silent Hill on steroids. I really don't have time now to write all in details cause it would be a wall of text bigger then this I'm writing right now. A novel. But, I will try, as short as i can to tell you the whole dream I had. The emotional impact that had on me (and for the whole day I'm under impression of that dream) was really heavy...

While i was investigating in the collapsed office complex of that refinery I found that there was a special part of the building that was used for testing some product on 'live stock', as it said in papers. When I tried to get access to that part I was attacked by that creature on image. It moved with squeaky noise of the tricycle wheel and had teeth on those tentacles. It body could stretch like a harmonica and it made sounds... My, god, if you could only hear those sounds...
I managed to run from it, and some more monsters attacked me, one was like a mix of burned cow's carcass and some pieces of machinery, and there were some things that were hanging from the ceiling, using hooks to traverse on pipes... Jesus.
But, I managed to find some document and my sister confirmed that owner of that refinery had some connections with some shady guy called Doctor Meat, which was a synonym for some surgeon that worked for military. There were doing some experiments on children from that school, and because those kids were with 'special needs', as autistic and stuff, usually left without parents and caretakers they had no problem to snatch them and do all kind of gruesome stuff to them.
Slowly I manged to access the school and dormitory. The first tip that started to brake my sanity is when I found my picture between the documents of some school staff. Apparently, they were taking people that spent some time in jail and were blackmailed to participate in snatching kids for Doctor Meat. So, I brake off contact with my sister until I find myself what the hell is going on there. How can my picture be there? I did't had any recollection of working in that school.

Soon apparition of dead kids started to hunt me. Somehow I found a diary of one girl that were writing all the stuff that was happening during her time there, from day one to the day of fire. The last piece of her diary was on 'maternity ward'. You can only imagine the infant-creatures that attacked me there. I can't even describe what those things were, burned and in bloody diapers, twisted and with metal pipes sticking from them... Every time I was hit by those monsters or touched by ghosts of dead children I would lose parts of myself.
I would forget who I was and everything started to mix in my brain. I didn't know what I was doing there, what was my purpose, and should I escape from there or stay forever, walking through corridors, trying to patch up my story with that place. If there wasn't some sporadic radio-contact with my sister I would definitely gone insane and be lost in that hellish place forever.
I stared to believe that I died in that fire and that I am a ghost too.

Finally, I found the last page of the diary of that girl. The whole time I thought it was a diary of the daughter of that guy who hired me at the beginning. Then it came realization that hit me as a brick. It was a diary OF MY SISTER!
All clues came together. Me, taking a job there to be closer to her, to care for her. Then a fire when she died and me not be able to cope with it, so I imagined her to be with me, as my partner in private firm for investigations...

I just woke up crying like a rain.

I'm fucked up the whole day due to that nightmare...
And, this evening I had to draw one of those creatures and told you this dream cause it lays heavy on my heart.