So I just woke up from this rather vivid dream (by my standards, at least), and figured I should write this down while my recollection of it is still strong.

The dream was a bit odd for me, because it started out with the usual convoluted randomness of my typical dreams and Undertale sorta bled into it over time. The short version of it basically went like so - I wound up sneaking into some cultist group's building and parkouring out onto the streets when they found me. So I'm on the run from those guys, and somewhere along the line, I pass by Toriel, who also starts chasing after me (though she was clearly just worried, while the cultists were obviously just pissed). The dream, or my recollection of it, got rather fuzzy from there - the landscape/cityscape changed, and it was suddenly getting dark out at sunset when it was a sunny day. I just knew I had permanently lost the cultists and temporarily lost Toriel.

Then it sorta gradually clicked in my mind that I was a resurrected Boss-Monster Chara - it made a lot more sense in my head why my dream-self was dead-set stubborn stubborn about continuing to run off, at any rate. (At least when you consider what a resurrected True-Pacifist-timeline Chara might feel about staying with the same monster family whose father they had once poisoned and whose son they had inadvertently gotten killed in a convoluted suicide plot to free monsterkind. Within the dream's context, I think it was some kind of desperate guilt, manifesting as an unhealthy way to pursue atonement by running away from them. There was certainly an undercurrent of 'I-don't-deserve-the-happiness-they're-still-offering-me-despite-everything.')

The dream started time-skipping a bit more after that, where it was mostly just a drawn out loop of me-as-Chara slumming it from place to place between bouts of traveling alone through a winding industrial sprawl (and dream-logic dictated that random people just *let* me hang around places like stores or their own homes without doing the obvious thing about a runaway boss-monster kid). And the further I went, the more run-down the places became - which strangely lined up with how worn down and malnourished me-as-Chara was becoming from the whole runaway spiel. By the end of it, I was holed up in a dingy decrepit rat's-nest of an apartment with one or two people who lived there, and I could actually feel how much of a mess I was from a perceived lack of food and rest. And then I think it was either that Toriel actually caught up with me there, or I was just that paranoid/suspicious about it when someone rang the bell the owners went to answer the door - either way, I was already climbing out the several-story window without looking back and somehow scaling down the side of the building, and wound up following a massive tangle of train tracks through yet more industrial decay.

The last part of the dream fuzzed over from that into a much healthier cityscape, where I was walking on cleaner streets with planted greenery, surrounded by glittering skyscrapers and more proud architecture. But contrary to that visual change, me-as-Chara was on my last legs, stumbling onward despite being on the verge of collapsing - and it wasn't long before I finally did collapse onto the pavement out of sheer exhaustion, and couldn't go on. And then me-as-Chara just broke down crying - and it was actually rather heart-wrenching on a more lucid level to hear my dream-self's soft childlike voice as they cried, and to feel the sense of lonely despair settling in at the knowledge that they effectively just condemned themselves to die for such pointless reasons when a source of true help was actively following them the whole time.

Then, I think me-as-Chara lost consciousness, and for the first time, I was seeing the dream from a third-person perspective rather than through their eyes. I saw the body boss-monster Chara just huddled up on the concrete, surrounded by Toriel and a bunch of others huddling over them, trying to wake Chara up. I couldn't tell if Chara was just unconscious, or if they had pushed themself to the point of no return and had Fallen Down (or in other words, comatose with a 100% chance of dying and crumbling to dust). Maybe I was watching from above through my own eyes as I began to disconnect from the dream - or maybe I was watching through the eyes of Chara's once-again-disembodied-spirit as they died for a second time. I had no way of finding out, since the dream ended there and I woke up in bed.