Human Flesh And Being Invaded

I'm holding pieces of what are meant to be drugs. I think it's crystal methamphetamine because I get the feeling you are supposed to smoke it

But I don't smoke crystal methamphetamine

And these things I'm holding aren't drugs, they are strips of dried human flesh

I'm revolted realising it's human flesh I'm holding but also a little fascinated

"How are you meant to smoke this?" I thought

The strips were real enough to make me feel a little sick. I could division between the layers of skin. It looked like a horrific strip of bone-coloured, peeling bacon

I realised here we were being attacked or invaded by something external. Some group that didn't seem completely human

I put the flesh strips down for a second, then in my panic to leave before I get caught, for some reason it felt important that I pick the strips up off the couch I put them on to take them with me

My sister was sitting was sitting on the couch and she appeared to be a mindless zombie. Like it looked like my sister, but there was nobody at home inside. Just a shell that looked like my sister

I try to warn her that something is coming and she needs to get up and leave, but she ignores me

I scream at her to listen and trust me, but she just keeps staring ahead blankly, not listening, like she's not even there, like she can't even hear me

Someone breaks into the room, with strange and very real looking eyes and I decide to leave my sister and save myself

I doubt it's even really her anyway

Then something jumps on my back and attaches to me, like it's attacking me by moulding to my body

It's like some type of parasite, attaching itself to me so I can't peel it off

Even though I consciously wake up to the fact that I should be able to

I'm annoyed at the fact that I can't pull it off me, like it's fake and I know I should be able to do it

So much so it feels like it's not playing by the rules and it's ruined it dream

I start waking up

It starts kissing my neck. It's female and or seems friendly, like it's trying to love me, but I want it off my fucking back

Whatever is happening, it shouldn't be happening and I want no part of it and do not want it on my back, no matter how nice it is ...

So I wake myself up