It was a most peculiar dream. It had been happening on and off again for
several months, every time a bit more realistic than the last. Molly had tried several times to shake the
dream from her memory using techniques such as hypnosis, sleeping pills, and
therapy. But somehow, the dream always
came. It started out innocently
enough. Molly would be walking down a
path scattered with trees. Eventually
the trees would grow closer and thicker, and the air would become damp and
warm. It grew darker and the sunlight
would be blocked out by the overhang of foliage. Molly looked around desperately. Where had the sun gone? Where were all the people? All of a sudden she would walk into a
clearing. It would be dark, but then a
single pulsating light would flash and then Carey would appear for some strange
reason. He would look at her, a sly
smirk across his face. And he would
always be dressed the same way. Black
leather pants that fit snugly at his hips, low enough to expose an indecent
amount of flesh. He was slick with sweat
and he would reach out to Molly, pulling his hand back at the last moment and
eyes flashing a deep sapphire, he began to lead her through the forest.
Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun n' games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey
We got your disease
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
He would then lead Molly into another clearing, even darker
than the first, with the scent of smog, sweat, and sex lingering heavy in the
air. Molly's eyes darted around, staring
in horror at the twisted faces of the depraved people that lived in this
dream-world. She tried repeatedly to
wretch her hand free from Carey's, but despite the insane amount of sweat, his
hand held fast as he led her to the heart of this gross underworld of
destruction.
Welcome to the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
Carey would then drag Molly into the abandoned warehouse
that served as the center of life. More
wantons lingered about, staring at Molly with large ravenous eyes. She would desperately try to wake up or
scream or something, but no words would escape her lips, and even her looks of
sheer desperation were ignored by the crowd of sexual deviants. She was then thrust into a dark room, Carey
looking at her like a beast of the darkest night.
Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn to live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
Carey would then proceed to growl and howl insanely and
Molly could only watch in horror as he slowly began a transformation from New
York Doll to crazed predator. His eyes
grew dark and crimson, his face and lips flushed, his skin glistening with
sweat, the powerful scent of control wafting off of him. And all Molly could do was stare in
horror. She tried to pull her eyes away,
but they remained firmly locked in place.
And when you're high
you never
Ever want to come down, YEAH!
You know where you are
You're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
Then, as if possessed by some lust crazed demon, he would
leap onto Molly, drawing his head to her skin, as if trying to devour her
alive. This was the worst part of the
dream. His actions were never tender,
never made her feel loved or wanted. It was
as if the Carey she knew and loved didn't even exist, treating Molly as though
she were some sort of woman sent to him specifically for his own twisted desires
and wants. Molly would try to cry out,
but her screams were silenced by Carey's howls.
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It' gonna bring you down-HA!
She would then wake up, emotionally drained and feeling as
though she had just been violated by the one she trusted the most. Of course, Carey didn't know about her
dreams. He could never know. But in the meantime, Molly lived for the day
and dreaded the night.