Had this dream about a little girl named Julia. She was a cute kid, very innocent and friendly. One day she gets lured in by this one fucking cocksucker saying he's gonna give her a cute little rabbit doll. She gets taken by this fucking guy and then he tells her parents to bring a shitload of money if they want her back. When they do, they take the money and kill all of them anyway, including little Julia. So I dunno any of this, I find out because I stumble into this abandoned place that feels very off. Turns out it's where the murder happened and it's being inhabited by the ghost of this little girl. Her memories come flooding into my brain, she's wandering around this place by herself, crying. I just feel the rage and sadness, man. Pure unfiltered rage that this little girl isn't even allowed to pass on because of these fucking pricks.
So me and about 20 other pissed off citizens of this dream raid the restaurant where these bunch of lowlife scumbag motherfuckers hang out at and catch them with their pants down and stomachs full of food. There were about 10 of 'em, we kill them all except for the guy that started it all. And the look on this guy's eyes, man. He gave no fucks. We told him what he did and why he was about to die, and he didn't care. No remorse, no emotion, just staring back at us. Fuck, we all knew he would do it again. And again, and again and again. I spot the ghost of the little girl in some corner, and by dream magic, she puts the soul of this guy into the very same doll he used to lure her. And we all take turns beating the absolute fuck out of this doll. The whole time I see visions of her skipping around that abandoned building, holding that doll. That was a memory of a time before she knew she was gonna get killed. And then his soul pops back into his body for a while and he is sweating up a storm and panting. He feels everything, and it hurts him bad. We go at it for what seems like hours, he's begging us to stop. We don't stop, we don't ever, ever stop and especially not for this motherfucker. Finally, I beat the fuck out of the doll's head so bad that he dies, his body turns into unknown chunks of meat and blood.
But I still feel sad about that little girl, as if that was my own daughter. I hope that she can rest now that we made part of that terrible dream a little better for her. Rest in peace, little Julia.
Anyway, it's time for some of you to go sleep.
