Return To The Dream

I was in a castle. I had been there before. I looked around and saw my two of my friends and some men wearing all black standing around. I walk forward and a wooden cart appears before me. Suddenly, everyone hides behind it, quietly. A tall man wearing all black without a face walked across the clearing in front of us and into a door, closing and locking it. Everyone ran to the middle of the clearing silently and the wall facing the group grew random items. The items consist of buckets, a radio, scattered batteries, a clock, many books, a ruler, a knife, and a gun which all seemed to be attached to the wall. I remembered seeing these things once before and grabbed the radio and two batteries. One of the men in all black asked me why and I say that I needed these last time. He seemed to ignore me and picked up a pumpkin shaped bucket, it looked like a jack-o-lantern basket for Halloween. The man ran to the door the tall man went into and put it under the doorknob, it was quickly filled with what looked like blood. I stood in surprise near the door as he got another bucket and repeated the process, this time the liquid changed from dark red to bright orange which I assume is .. pumpkin blood? After four buckets are filled, the man attempted to open the door. He opened it and there was only darkness, freezing cold air flowing out of endless darkness. He quickly slammed the door shut. I jumped back and everyone ran behind a nearby wall. I followed, confused. The door opened again and the tall man looked around then returned to the other place, the door still open. We looked inside and found a brightly lit hallway. I ran down it and found many people looking to be of the circus, acrobats and colorfully dressed individuals on stilts, they were all training for something. A man wearing all blue on stilts walked up to me and bent down so we were face to face.
   "Hello there," he said happily, "What can I do for you?" I smiled and asked him what was happening there. "Only training for the most important festival of this world, my dear," he replied. The people that were with me had disappeared. The man on stilts took my hand in his and led me to a large room with many block-like objects. I leaned against a wall facing the odd obstacle equipment and many other people on stilts rushed into the room. They were all in different colored clothing but looked very similar. I couldn't see any of their faces at the time but they all had different hair. They started running, quickly into the opening of the course, the man that brought me there motioned for me to follow. I followed, running quite far behind them at a much slower pace but started to catch up. I didn't see the man in blue so I went around another time and another until I did finally find him. I grabbed his hand and asked if we could rest, we sat on a high up ledge, deep in the course and I leaned on his shoulder. A window appeared in front of us and we could see out to all of the other people practicing and preparing. I moved behind him and wrapped my arms and legs around him, nuzzling his neck. He laughed and leaned his head on mine, I kissed his shoulder, then once more and started kissing his neck. He laughed and kissed the top of my head.
   "Greg?" I asked. He smiled, "Yes?"
    I held him tight, "Let's go." He jumped down and started to run through the course again. We got to the door and I slid down from his back. I went through and expected him to follow but he was gone. I moved on and back to the main hall, where everything started, and it was flooded with light and decorations. Everyone was in the clearing and there was a man announcing things through speakers placed all around the clearing. Odd, unrecognizable music pounded in my ears as I ran to my friend, "Logan," I yell, "What's happening?" she looked confused and for some reason I felt the need to find my purse, I didn't remember having a purse with me but I knew it was there. She seemed to read my mind and looked around for it. The tall man in all black walked into the room, and everyone ran to hide, including me, but Logan kept searching. I franticly motioned her to my side so she grabbed a random purse and ran over. I told her it wasn't mine and to stay with me but she ran over again. The faceless man looked at her, he had no expression but I felt anger from him. He ran towards her but as he did, she disappeared. The man went back to what he was doing and I ran to the others, freaking out.
   We were suddenly in a large, weedy field, next to a broken down old truck. Logan and Greg were there, we looked around and headed for a dirt road that soon brought us to an overcrowded, old town where everything was made of wood. One of the men in all black unzipped the backpack I was wearing and pulled my phone partially out of my back pocket. I don't understand why I didn't think to use my phone. We came to another field and gave up. There was no direction in particular that we were heading, we just kept moving and thought someone else knew where we going. Out of nowhere a commercial airliner crashed close by. Everyone was very startled and ran toward the crash, rushing to find any survivors. I ran through the flames and found the plane empty with no pilot or copilot. Bewildered, I walked back to my group and start crying, all of the passengers were lying in the field, dead and burning. Men, women, children, and elderly laid scattered in unnatural positions with broken bones and many wounds, on fire. I wanted to help but knew that none had survived. How did this happen? How was this all possible? I ran to Greg and bury my face in his neck, not wanting to see any more. I stared to hear moans and groans, they turned to screams and cries. I turned around and all of the victims were alive, if you could call it that. They were squirming and thrashing violently. Not knowing what to do, we stared horrified at this sudden turn of events and suddenly, it all disappeared.
   I woke up in my bed and I was crying. I reached for Greg, unknowingly grabbing and snuggling my pillow. It all felt so real. It took me a while to understand everything and I realized the pillow was actually that and not the boy I cared for so much, only existing in my dreams. I don't know why but I had very deep feelings for the boy I met in this dream. I'm dropped into the odd dream place about once a year and no matter what happens, Greg shows up once. I've always known the man as Greg or Gregory but I realized the resemblance to Onision this morning, he has the same build, hair, and his voice is identical. I'm not sure why I decided to post this, actually, I just wrote it to understand it a bit more I guess.