Very weird dream last night

I dreamed I was in the Dollhouse. It looked vaguely like DeWitt's office except it was on the ground floor because Dolls were walking outside for exercise or something. Just as Enver/Victor was about to leave, my Mom stood up and hugged him and told him he's much handsomer than he appears onscreen. This got no response from Victor and he continued on his way.

I looked to the other corner of the room and there's a guy juggling, upon closer inspection it's Demir (Enver's identical twin), so I go over to talk to him. But as I approach, his body... shifts, and suddenly it's Agent Ballard instead. He doesn't even say anything but somehow I know that he's just completely evil. Then it jumps to his PoV and instead of me standing in front of him, it's Eliza/Echo. She swings a punch at him but he bats it away, and then his cell phone rings. The body changes back to Demir as he answers (I guess so that he'll have Demir's voice), and even though I'm effectively him, I can still only hear one half of the conversation. He's apparently talking to a buddy, and they're setting up a time to meet and go together somewhere. They are obviously up to no good.

I get back to my own PoV (though whether I'm me or Eliza, I'm not sure), and for some reason tag along with Demir to this rendezvous. Turns out he and the buddy - maybe brother - are going home to his family. Things are a little awkward. Apparently Demir hasn't been home in a very long time and might not be entirely welcome anymore. Y'know, what with the being evil and everything. But we all sit down at the kitchen table, me, him, his buddy, a younger brother probably in his early twenties, while the youngest brother - like thirteen or so - is doing his homework on the counter in the background.

Demir asks for someone, and it's a ridiculous pet name, so I think he's talking about the dog or something. "She's in prison," twenty-something brother spits out, like it's Demir's fault and he shouldn't be at all surprised by this news. Demir pulls out a mirror to check his face. I guess he was worried that a break in concentration would make him turn back into Agent Ballard or something. He now looks like neither Tahmoh nor Demir, but some kind of weird halfway in between both of them, though nobody else seems to notice. The buddy asks what she (apparently a sister) is in for, and the brother replies, "Murder."

For the first time I notice that Demir has Wolverine claws, except they're bent in the middle like a garden tool. His buddy has a fireplace poker sitting on the table in front of him and is oh-so-casually resting his hand on it. The brother also has some kind of weapon, maybe another poker because all I remember is that it was also like black iron. I'm starting to mildly flip out at this point, because this is not the Gjokaj family I remember and I'm not sure I want to be here anymore.

"You shouldn't be surprised," the brother continues, "it's all she ever did, want to be like you two, killing people for you."

Demir and his buddy look at each other with this sort of resigned expression of, "We're going to have to kill everyone here, aren't we?" and one or both of them shrugs, and they bump knuckles (I have no idea how Demir managed that with his claws), and all hell breaks loose as people try to flee the ensuing carnage. I book it out the back door and scramble up a fence, driven purely by adrenaline as there was nothing else to help me climb.

For some reason, though, once on the other side I don't keep going. I stop and peek through one of the knot holes to watch the rampage. But other people have the same escape route as me and start crawling over my fence, which of course attracts some notice. I abandon my position and run down the driveway on the side of the house, past an RV, and onto the front lawn. Finally I decide I've had enough and wake up.

Very weird dream last night

I dreamed I was in the Dollhouse. It looked vaguely like DeWitt's office except it was on the ground floor because Dolls were walking outside for exercise or something. Just as Enver/Victor was about to leave, my Mom stood up and hugged him and told him he's much handsomer than he appears onscreen. This got no response from Victor and he continued on his way.

I looked to the other corner of the room and there's a guy juggling, upon closer inspection it's Demir (Enver's identical twin), so I go over to talk to him. But as I approach, his body... shifts, and suddenly it's Agent Ballard instead. He doesn't even say anything but somehow I know that he's just completely evil. Then it jumps to his PoV and instead of me standing in front of him, it's Eliza/Echo. She swings a punch at him but he bats it away, and then his cell phone rings. The body changes back to Demir as he answers (I guess so that he'll have Demir's voice), and even though I'm effectively him, I can still only hear one half of the conversation. He's apparently talking to a buddy, and they're setting up a time to meet and go together somewhere. They are obviously up to no good.

I get back to my own PoV (though whether I'm me or Eliza, I'm not sure), and for some reason tag along with Demir to this rendezvous. Turns out he and the buddy - maybe brother - are going home to his family. Things are a little awkward. Apparently Demir hasn't been home in a very long time and might not be entirely welcome anymore. Y'know, what with the being evil and everything. But we all sit down at the kitchen table, me, him, his buddy, a younger brother probably in his early twenties, while the youngest brother - like thirteen or so - is doing his homework on the counter in the background.

Demir asks for someone, and it's a ridiculous pet name, so I think he's talking about the dog or something. "She's in prison," twenty-something brother spits out, like it's Demir's fault and he shouldn't be at all surprised by this news. Demir pulls out a mirror to check his face. I guess he was worried that a break in concentration would make him turn back into Agent Ballard or something. He now looks like neither Tahmoh nor Demir, but some kind of weird halfway in between both of them, though nobody else seems to notice. The buddy asks what she (apparently a sister) is in for, and the brother replies, "Murder."

For the first time I notice that Demir has Wolverine claws, except they're bent in the middle like a garden tool. His buddy has a fireplace poker sitting on the table in front of him and is oh-so-casually resting his hand on it. The brother also has some kind of weapon, maybe another poker because all I remember is that it was also like black iron. I'm starting to mildly flip out at this point, because this is not the Gjokaj family I remember and I'm not sure I want to be here anymore.

"You shouldn't be surprised," the brother continues, "it's all she ever did, want to be like you two, killing people for you."

Demir and his buddy look at each other with this sort of resigned expression of, "We're going to have to kill everyone here, aren't we?" and one or both of them shrugs, and they bump knuckles (I have no idea how Demir managed that with his claws), and all hell breaks loose as people try to flee the ensuing carnage. I book it out the back door and scramble up a fence, driven purely by adrenaline as there was nothing else to help me climb.

For some reason, though, once on the other side I don't keep going. I stop and peek through one of the knot holes to watch the rampage. But other people have the same escape route as me and start crawling over my fence, which of course attracts some notice. I abandon my position and run down the driveway on the side of the house, past an RV, and onto the front lawn. Finally I decide I've had enough and wake up.