I remember walking into a pizza place at around three in the morning with somebody I seemed to know quite well and a sense of urgency. I remember talking to the hostest about a table, "she said wait right there," as she motioned to a comfortable looking bench, to my friend she said, "come with me." Suddenly I was alone and I went to the bench and sat down. I was in an instant aware of how exhausted I truly was. I sat there and became concerned with the current situation, began to feel as though something was not right. I remembered running, running all day, but there was something more, something I could not remember. The lights went out, but I just fell asleep. I woke up to someone grabbing my sholder and dragging me towards a van, or a bus, it is unclear. I resist, it is in vain. Ultimately I find myself in what is now clearly a van, but I am not alone. There are two guys in the van as well. Their faces are bloody and contorted, their bodies appear deformed, they do not talk. I stare, I cannot stop staring at them, they stare back matching my gaze in intensity. The van ride is bumpy, uneventful, long, the whole ride I stare, and they stare back. I study their movements, trying to remember. The van stops, the doors open and we are led into what appears to be a large warehouse. we walk through the front door, there is another building inside, smaller, but still intimidating. Inide there is another building tucked away in the back corner, the room is filled with deformed contorted people, we are led inside. the feeling is that of a preschool, but I am not a child. The walls are beautifully painted and everyone appears to be happy. The whole situation feels completely off to me and I can not stop staring at the building in the corner. Suddenly I feel a push on my back and the door closes behind me. I turn around there is no door, I am trapped in this placebo happy-preschool place. I wander about and try to talk to people... no one says anything, I ask again and again, "do you know what is going on? Why are we here? etc." The only replies I get are meaningless small talk. I become concerned not only is this place off but the people here are off as well. I sit and I stare at the bulding in the corner. I decide I need to get inside of it. I walk over to it, realizing I need to be sneaky, I try to look innocent. I reach the building, the instant I put my hand on the doorknob, the door opens. I find myself face to face with someone I know quite well, the person at the resturant. I recognize them, but I could not tell you their name. Memories flood back, I know where I am, why, how long I have been there, everything. It does not matter that I remember because over her shoulder, I see the answers. It is a grusesome scene. In my dream I puked. There were bodies of people sliced open autopsy style hanging from the cieling in rows. There were large bins along the wall, labeled "Heart: type AB pos," "Brain: IQ:120-130," etc. There were large clear cylinders filled with blood labeled by blood type. The entire room was covered with blood, the familiar face in a white labcoat splattered with blood there is a large syringe in one of her hands. Yet her presence comforts me and I find myself sobbing and giving her a hug, she hugs me back, or maybe she is just giving me that shot she says, "shhh, it will all be over soon." I wake up in the psuedo happy room. The familar face is sitting in front of me, I am sitting with a group. I get up and walk to a large fake tree, I climb it, sit, and listen to the familiar face speak. She is asking us questions asking if we rember things, I remember everything, I say nothing. For some reason I believe that remembering is not a good thing.
Not really sure what is going on with that dream, but it was really vivid, and it keeps playing in my head over and over again. The only thing I could say that vaguely relates is a book called coma, but I havent read that since junior year of high school. I am really confused. I got about three hours of sleep last night... awesome.
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