I’m not sure how this dream started but cut to a shop of some kind (maybe a fast food place), I can’t recall exactly. All I remember was bodies all over the floor but I didn’t see anyone being killed. Suddenly I’m sat in front of the leader of the gang (killers) he crouches down and presents me with the option to be stabbed to death by him or kiss his mouth which which was splattered with blood. I kiss him. He also puts out his hand, beckoning me to suck his fingers. His hand is covered in blood and other small pieces of human remains. I start sucking, as I look up at him, he smiles. When I get halfway I make a joke about my gag-reflexes kicking, which he laughs along with. I feel slightly sick at the taste and thought of swallowing human remains but I continue anyway.
Next we go into this bathroom/lair of some sort. It is the room right next to where the murders have happened. It is decked out in animal decor. Patterned fabrics and animal skins/horns etc.
The leader of the killers is attractive. For some reason I tell him that I can drive but I don’t have a car and public transport won’t run this late. He tells me I can’t go home, I have to be with him. And I don’t object, partially out of the fear of him killing me but even more so out of the fact that he has an alluring nature. I am attracted to him.
Cut to next scene and we’re in a beautiful bedroom having sex. We have sex over and over again. On different days. Over the course of I don’t know how long. One day, I tell him to *uck me against a wall. As he is doing so I think about grabbing one of his guns on the dresser next to us and shooting him in the back of the head. But I don’t.
All I remember from there is that we’re lying in bed. He’s sleeping and my hand is on his chest. Instead of taking an opportunity to kill him, I pray for him. I pray that the corruption in his heart would be undone. It dawns on me that I care for this man... does that make me dark and twisted too? This thought runs through my mind. On another day we were staring into each other’s eyes, legs tangled together, fingers interlocked, when I made him a proposition. And I said this exactly, “Can I make you a proposition? Will you marry me?” I don’t recall a response. But it would seem as though we did, I saw a scene of white flash before me. And I wore a ring. But I don’t remember a wedding or even a ceremony.
But this is only one alternate ending... this is the other. Back to the African decor bathroom lair. In the scene following, I see my dad enter the room and start making negotiations (as if he were apart of the gang or knew the leader by affiliation). The leader of the gang sends me out of the room. I am now back in the shop/fast food restaurant were the ground is littered with bodies. My brother also goes in the room. A little while later we hear a loud bang. The FBI came out of no where and ran into the room. I started screaming and crying at the thought of my family being killed. But it wasn’t to be. They both exited the room and came over to where I was. My brother (who does martial arts in real life) told me the bang was the leader of the gang hitting the floor as he performed one of his moves on him. The FBI were now on top of him, handcuffing him. And that is the end of the alternate ending.