I've had the same nightmare for years - an abandoned factory, a shadow, a pair of big hands.
I thought this would be it for the rest of my life, until one night, the "I" in the dream did not walk into the factory for the first time, but turned around and walked in the opposite direction. The door opened and I woke up. The nightmare seemed to be over.
But the next morning, the big bandaged hands in the dream appeared in reality. The chainsaw roared and hit my shoulder.
I woke up from bed for the second time. I didn't dare to sleep again this time. But when I turned over the old newspaper clippings left by my father, I found that I couldn't tell which time was waking up and which time was dreaming. That factory is real. That shadow is real. Those hands... Are also real.
So I did something stupid. I drove to the abandoned factory.
Late at night, heavy rain, an attic with lights on, and a red button exactly like in the dream. Then I heard—
The sound of chainsaw
Intention: Have the courage to face yourself and the past