I was at a large indian fort...
Everyone was sitting in a large empty place with a huge stone wall behind us.
There was a large convention. Most of the people were in white so it seemed like a funeral though i was not sure. I was sitting at the back with few friends. There was a girl who i was in love with few years back. She was crying, I tried to talk to her but she refused to recognize me.
Somewhere ahead of us there was a women giving birth. No one seemed to pay much attention to it. It was as if its a normal thing. Right after she gave the birth the place was attacked by a massive army of monkeys. One monkey snatched the new born baby away from the mother and tore its heart out and then started feeding on him. Right after it all the monkeys started attacking people and well, everyone started running. There was only one exit so it was a bit tight but I managed to escape. I had left my wallet behind and wanted to go back to get it but it was too dangerous and I had to leave. My uncle happened to be there who showed my someone had threw my wallet down the side of the fort and we can get it from there. No need to go back.
I was suddenly in the hills with a friend. We were travelling together and going towards the top. We were short on supplies but we continued walking.
We reached a small broken stone house. An old woman was sitting on the terrace and she seemed to recognize us. We climbed up the stairs and a short conversation followed. I don't remember much of what was said but she was warning us about some danger in the future.
A buddhist monk who is a friend came out of the room and the killer monkeys have come here as well and they attack him. then i forget what happens.
Me and and my friend are deeper in the hills. We have trekked quite a bit and we need some supplies. There is another house in front of us. It is well kept and looks as if it belongs to someone rich. The door is locked from the outside and we decide to break in and steal some stuff. We get in the house and start looking around. There is a door that looks like a prison door with a small opening through which we can look in. A face appears and i realize its one of my childhood friends. She has two of the same faces though. One of top of the other but its the same face repeated twice and me and my friend are really scared of us. She starts saying something but i don't remember what. I think she wants us to let her out but I'm scared. She doesn't look normal and looks more like a spirit or embodiment of something evil. We stand there trying to talk to her. Without her permission we cannot take anything from the house. She catches hold of my hand through the small opening and starts scratching really badly. Her nails are pretty long and my hands are hurt quite badly. I try to talk to her but she continues scratching. After several attempts I am able to make her understand that we cannot let her. She seems to understand after a point and lets me go. She gives us permission to take whatever we need from the house. By this time my friend has disappeared and in his place is another friend. This friend goes inside the house and starts gathering stuff. She comes out and we both continue on our uphill journey.