Cabaret Nightmare

A/N:
This was really my nightmare last night.




my mum's house but she wasnt there, it was like....we had cooks and this man was in charge. This huge fat man comes in and demands food. he starts bullying thee man in charge (lets call him Chuck, who is asain btw). When i heard, i came downstairs followed by the cooks. Chuck had killed the fat man. Chuck said we were leaving, i was going to be a pole-dancer-thing-girl. I was terrified. I ran, grabbing my cell phone, DS, and a book.
As I ran past a neighbor's house, i ran into the girl who lived there who was apparently my (the "neighbor" doesn't exist btw) friend and dragged her along. I told her that i needed someone to be there with me; i wouldnt have anyone to talk to.
We got there somehow and i spottted older girls who had been there before me and i somehow knew and was friends wiht. THey led me and the "neighbor girl" (lets call her Megan) up to the front of the stage. We were handed a mic and were introduced. The man in charge there (also asian ftw) was all like, now lets see these lovely ladies show us the dance of the ---insert forgotten word here---! He tossed a skinky nightgown-dress-thing to Megan and she just stood there (remember, she didnit have this job, she was there for moral support. Aparently everybody forgot this). Chuck appared and handed me a lingere-dess-thing. I sexily, playing the part, carried the outfit to the dressing room off to the side of the room. I gave a quick show to the audience before i sat down on the bench in there. I started undressing, facing away from the audience, as a curtain falls covering the room. When i was done, i checked my myself in the mirror and walked out.
When me and Molly were on stage again "fully dressed", all of a sudden, everybody was knocked over. We were too, but on the ground. Funny. Some woman was now on the stage clad in black booty shorts, policeman hat, long black gloves, black tubetop, and tall black boots with spikes. She ha cropped navy hair and a whip. (everything was shiny leather, might i add) She yelled something like, "Who's in charge here?!?" Chuck, greddily thinking he was to get a reward, jumped up and yelled something like, "Me!" She killed him.
I was suddenly back in the dressing room, but this time, it had a door. Somebody was really mad at me for something and was yelling at me, throwing stuff everywhere. They held up a gasoline bottle threataningly and dropped it. It cought fire somehow and they ran out, putting a sand bag infront of the door so i couldnt open it. I franticly grabbed my phone and started slapping blanckets on the fire (which i just happened to have right?) I gave up and dupped this supersized laptop on it, smothering temperarily. I moved the sandbag and grabbed my coat, still in the lingere-dress-thing. As i was walked out of the warehouse/cabaret, i glanced back at the audience and saw every single person was killed.
I was back home and everybody was dead there too. I didnit say anything, not even cry or scream. I grabbed a bunch of stuff and my mum's car keys. I walked down to the car and got in. I was going to run away.
I woke up.