Captain's Dream Log 004 - In Which I Question My Sanity?

I appreared to be living in a large house with lots of small rooms full of students[?]. They all seemed a few years younger than me, at least. Each room was shared by at least 3 people.

The house had endless reams of small curved staircases with signs leading to the different bedrooms. Each one had different a name. I can’t remember these names exactly but some were “good” and some were “bad”. The walls were plastered in Basquiat-style artwork.

Everyone in the house seemed to be part of some kind of cult. They were all too happy to indulge in the rituals of said cult. All but a few people, including myself.

I can’t remember the specifics and why this was happening but people were selected and killed [sacrificed?], usually by having their thr**ts c*t.

My primary goal seemed to be trying to escape the house. I couldn't understand why no one batted on eyelid about these people being killed. Any of them could have been next but they were happy socialising with each other as if nothing was happening.

At one point, I was climbing up one of the staircases when someone informed me that I was going towards the “wrong” room. My designated room was located down another corridor and named the hell [?] room. The room I was originally heading towards belonged to a girl who I didn’t recognise.

I did eventually leave the house with a few others but I don't remember what happened after that. #dreams #nightmares