The dream opened in a normal New England town, similar to my hometown in size, layout, and make-up. But rather than feeling comfortable, it seemed weird for some indescribable reason.
I was watching, like a fly on the wall, a group of three brothers heading north to meet their parents at a lake house. They ended up spending the night in one of the town's motels, only to enter a nightmare.
In town, a gang had formed of adult, child, and college-aged men who wore mostly single-color outfits of hooded top and pants. They also painted their faces a single color to match their clothing, and each carried a form of razor edge, ranging from X-Acto to Bowie knife in size.
A scene flashed into view of a gang member interrogating a bar customer and apartment tenant about a "nurse" who happened to be a good "dentist" and a "painter."
The boys were running around, up an internal stairwell and down a fire escape, while overhearing the above interrogation, and they got caught by younger gang members -- about ten years in age. The brothers fled.
What followed was a roof-top escape (using sandals to slide down a clothesline) that ended under a big tree where a figure in a pure red outfit appeared overhead, obviously a top member of the gang.
The chase continued on through an older, well-to-do section of town with Victorian houses, larger-sized residences, where the occupants sort of sauntered out after the three boys. It felt as if they were chasing the brothers, but not really trying to catch them, more like they were shuffling along weirdly in order to keep watching the pursuit.
Eventually, the brothers' flight lead to a large brick house that could have been a former mansion, but now converted to a school. Here, only the three could open the outer doors, and they ducked inside to see if safety or further weirdness would greet them.
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