dreams are my serotonin

I'm gonna start smack dab in the middle, but it was a blur and a messy. It was a weird setting. Like that one popular vrchat game with freeze tag. Except more gray and kind of blurry. Like a faint memory.

It was a chase. Hiding behind rocks, dodging claws. My heartbeat spiked as the scruffed figures honed in to my location. Despite Laia's actual position(from what I've seen), I was also being chased by her, though the horrific Sun was on my tail.

I dashed into a house. It looks clean yet abandoned. It wasn't clear who's place it was or whether it was safe to be in. But it looked empty enough to me.

Or so I thought.

One moment I was in the semi vintage beige kitchen, another I was a tall figure. It was a Moon model, tall and dressed like a butler, though completely all black. I couldn't think too much about it before the figure drove a long knife through my right side, nearly below my ribcage. It shoved me against the wall, heaving the air out of my lungs. It didn't hurt, but I felt a weird pressure.

"All I need is a strip, that's all"

The figure spoke in a low voice before stripping away the hunk of flesh away from my body. Blood and viscera spray across the kitchen, landing on the walls and fireplace. Apparently, the Moon figure didn't want to kill me, hence why the blade went three quarters through my body and not all the way through.

He took the hunk of flesh, pleased that he'll be able to feed the two outside the housing unit and calm the situation. With a smile, I went up to the figure and thanked them for sparing me. I was internally confused, as was the Moon butler as it was written on their face, but nodded with a "you're welcome" in reply. Curious, I noticed a piece of my flesh on top of the fireplace, a prominent rib bone stationed on top. I asked him for it since I couldn't reached it. With a nod, he reached it and handed it down to me.

Leaving the kitchen and venturing throughout the dark house, my mouth began to water, growling as the scent filled my nostrils. With another smile, I began to eat the chucks of meat on the rib bone, surprised by the lack of raw meat and blood as cooked flesh and juices slid down my throat. Delicious. Almost taste like pork chops. Almost looked like it, too. But it came from me, my body. How strange.

I walked upon a couple of blurry figures in the darken house, entering a dark living room and lit hallway. They were hard to make out, but it looked like Solar and Lunar, albeit more human. They questioned the injuries I had and offered up some alcoholic wipes. Looking down at myself, I noticed the injury on my right side disappeared, moving up from my right shoulder down to my wrist. It was shallow, like the skin was removed, leaving dark red meat in place.

I laughed and thanked them for the wipes, going to clean myself up. Looking back at my injury, I shuddered as hard white pus formed around the edges. Almost crystallized, but very disgusting. I didn't even put the alcohol on yet. With a heavy breath, knowing the sizzling pain ahead of me, I slapped the alcoholic wipe on my arm.

It didn't burn, just felt wet and warm. Sighing in relief, I rubbed down my injury, scrapping off the harden pus as it felt to the dark wooden floor. Injury cleaned(not covered) and no longer bloody, I thanked them and headed off.

The rest of the dream is irrelevant. Just turning into a cat spy and scalling the large buildings in Europe. How golden and graceful.