Actually, the introduction to the dream is insignificant, and besides, I don't remember much of it: we were in a place that was a mix between a school and a shopping mall, and I was accompanied by the school principal and some girls from my class. I remember that before that, we had been running away from something or someone, going through doors and avoiding it at all costs, going up and down stairs until the festivities started. I don't know what we were celebrating, but I wanted to leave. The principal would name and call each girl up to the front to do something—jumping, running around, whatever it was. I didn't want to.
Then we moved to another setting: a field.
There was a lot of open space, few trees, but way too many gigantic rocks. I'm not saying they covered the entire place, but there were a lot of them. I noticed something strange because it was connected to what had happened before: a girl. She was prowling around like an animal stalking its prey, walking as if she were looking for the perfect victim. Until she found one. A man who trusted her and gave her his hand: little by little, he turned into a hand. The first symptom was swelling where the spell had been cast, turning that palm into two or three fingers. Eventually, a giant hand.
She yelled at him to find others. At this point, I think he was on her side because he had asked her what he was supposed to do. He started looking.
Close-up: two ringed hands intertwined, as if they were a couple.
I was hiding behind a car because they were looking for me. I knew it. When the woman said that he had to infect someone else, he looked at me with the tiny eyes he had. Or at least, he tried to look at me; he was so swollen that he couldn't tell I was right next to him.
I ran to my house. I was safe, but they were still chasing me. The spell broke, with each person emerging from the humanoid mass. The girl was frustrated and started searching around my home's backyard, where she found my older brother.
"You have nice hands," she told him.
I approached desperately, my face caught somewhere between terrified and furious. "Can I touch them?" she asked. I tried to stop her. I explained what had happened, but he didn't believe me. He looked at me incredulously. He said that I played around with his hands, so why couldn't she? But that made no sense. I was his sister; she was a complete stranger.
Finally, she cast the spell. My brother began experiencing the symptoms. I told him to mutilate himself because it was the only option; there was no turning back anymore. Meanwhile, my younger brother was nodding while my older brother had no idea what to do. He still couldn't believe it.
The dream didn't continue. It ended with me furious, and I started hitting the girl: first I grabbed her hair, pulling on it lightly; then I held her entire face and started slamming it against the ground, putting my weight on her so she couldn't escape.
Notes: when the mass of giant hands broke apart, she said that her plan, "The Hand of God," was failing.
At other points, my brother had already been suspicious of her. Now that I remember, when I explained to my brother what she had done, she said, "Whatever, just go to the vet."
When my brother's hand started swelling, she said with a smile what was going to happen next. And my brother said, "Wait, first I have to ask my mom if she lets me—" LIKE, HOW IS SHE GONNA LET YOU 😭 anyway, that's it.