This dream took place during the day, and part of this dream involved my dad’s truck being worked on in my parent’s yard by a tall thin somewhat dirty man with light-color skin with somewhat long dark blonde hair.
The Backrooms is about a cameraman who, after tripping and presumably getting knocked unconscious while working on what seems to be an independent film project, wakes up in a bizarre, seemingly inescapable and deserted building.
Confronted with endless corridors, empty rooms and hallways mostly illuminated by sickly yellow corporate lighting, the cameraman wanders aimlessly until he comes across a strange graffitied message on a wall: “Don’t move … Stay still,” he reads aloud.
Suddenly, a horrifying creature making an even more horrifying sound (think: a warped, nightmare version of the ’90s AOL dial-up tone) appears. It begins to stalk the cameraman room by room as he attempts to navigate a maze of hallways, stairs and liminal spaces that seem to lead nowhere.
The Backrooms appears to take place in the early ’90s.