Kevin and I were throwing a party at our new apartment. My mom had been over earlier, with a bag of old clothes she was going to give to Goodwill. I salvaged many pieces, and was wearing one of the dresses. I had planned on only wearing the dress until after Aaron (our old boss) showed up, then I could change into comfier clothing. When he arrived, he complemented me quite a bit, and then the apartment changed into a log cabin, in the woods.
Everybody we'd invited (which was apparently the whole of the Target Flow [third shift] team, plus some others) was there and milling about. Martha, a small hispanic woman was tracing my wing tattoo, and asking if I'd preformed a ceremony before getting them. I responded that I hadn't, and she responded by spraying my back with what looked to be water, but felt hot and slightly burning. She then commented they looked a little worn and I amended that I had to get them touched up.
A few moments pass of chatting with others, and I'm sitting in the kitchen when Martha and another girly I don't know come running up to me, and drag me away, whispering about how I "have to see something" and "can't tell anyone". At first they seem excited, happy. Then it turns all negative nerves, and I can see it in the air, like how the space above the pavement on a hot day looks slimy and shimmery.
They take me to the bathroom, where there is a blond-haired child's head in the toilet, facing the tank. Someone's hand grips it by the hair and pulls it out, to show it's just a head, with a bit of spine coming out. The eyes are white. I stumble out of the room with a gasp and a scream, and into the living room where everyone else is. Kevin comes over to see what's wrong, and, upon seeing the head, almost falls over backwards, screaming, "No. Nooo. Noooo! Not thi-- no!" and starts scratching his face. At this point, everyone else is screaming. When I look back, the head has grown a body, really disjointed and long, and it is pushing itself out of the toilet. I look back at Kevin, who's head at this point has become viciously decapitated. The person from the toilet is making its way towards me when I am finally able to wrench myself from the dream.
