Nightmare No. 2

I didn't post Nightmare No. 1 because all I remember is the very last bit, in which I was pinned against a wall when some long-haired aggressive kid came up and explained all my flaws and what I do to hide them (I really don't recall what he said, all I know is it was really true) before punching my skull in. Either way, that's that.

A quick explanation of why I'm going to start recording these is that for the past few nights, I've gone to bed, slept for a few hours, woken up, been unable to stay awake, falling back asleep, having a nightmare, and waking up exactly two hours later. I'm trying to figure out why, and I'm really bored so.

Time for No. 2.

I don't really remember how it started, but either way I was with my mother and we went to this weird-ass mansion-cottage thing that I really can't explain. Anyways, we met with this dean guy and it was some rehabilitation camp thing. All the staff was great, it looked nice, and apparently I needed to be there. So whaddaya know, I'm stuck in my head's version of Auschwitz, for lack of a better example (Insensitivity ftw). First day there, I get the lovely pleasure of using a push broom to sweep a hall rug - for 8 hours. After that, I'm escorted to the cafeteria of sorts and given my first and only meal of the day. I don't remember what I ate, but I was with a bunch of faceless people. Needless to say, this little group became my "team" of sorts - we plotted, as best we could, how to escape this obvious prison. No one ever left.

Well. I don't really remember the sleeping conditions but I know they were awful. That much is readily apparent by now I hope. Day 2, something happened. There are a lot of well-armed guards in this place, and almost every one of them went to the tree-lined corridor that was the vehicular entrance to this place, because something was going on (it's a really remote area). I remember we were eating our meal after some grueling manual labour nonsense that I also can't remember, when there was some police inspection thing. We all acted really natural and happy (probably because we knew we'd die if we didn't, or so I guess) while they talked with the dean and some other people and walked around the beautiful campus. Well, needless to say, they all left and we didn't. It's a nightmare, remember?

I remember the food being really awful, most of it impossible to eat for a newcomer. The meal staff was all really happy and friendly, and a massive mess hall full of hundreds of teens was a welcome familiar site, nevermind the fact we had 10 minutes to eat whatever we could for the day (we could go back for seconds and thirds, provided we had enough time.) At the end of the 10 minutes, we had to immediately dump anything we had (and spit out anything in our mouth) into the nearest trash bin.I remember I'd been late to the meal, and it was shorter due to the inspection and all that jazz so I had like 30 seconds ro run to the counter, pile on food, grab a blue Powerade (don't ask) and scarf down what I could. Well, I lost my ability to eat (somehow), and only downed a tiny bit before chucking it.

I want to say this is Day 3, but I don't remember anything between the inspection and this next part, but it felt like Day 3. Anyways, there was this obstacle course thing and we had free time (I don't get it either) and a few of us went through this tricky maze to a really secluded area with a good outlook of anyone entering/exiting but far enough away to not be heard by unwanted ears. Well, I had my phone, somehow it still had life. Everyone had their phone's, but no one had a charger, so once it was dead people just forgot they existed. Well, no one called or texted (I guess I'd kept it off to save it for emergencies) but for some odd reason I was incapable of calling anyone (full bars and all that jazz, I just couldn't operate it). No one else was willing to, because anyone caught using a phone was killed apparently. Well, after about five minutes of fucking around with the phone, the lookout spotted a guard (who was looking for us). So I quickly disabled and hid my phone, and we all came down and headed our separate ways (I guess it was back-to-work time?) without seeming suspicious.

Well, another hole, but still Day 3, I entered this forge/mine thing. Anyways, there was this chick all the way up at the furnace part (it was located high on a rock slope, don't ask) and a fat kid down on the ground with me. She was preparing a sword, I don't remember what he was doing. She asked if I wanted to help fight, and me being who I am readily agreed. So I grabbed a ... flimsy sword? I don't know, but it was wobbly and fake. Anyways, she laughed, and then something happened to the door and we were locked inside (but not really, will explain later). Now, here's the weird part - there were what I'll refer to as Dean Loyalists, people that did a fantastic job at whatever slave labour we were told to do and instead of fighting or submitting to the system, joined it (for those curious, very few were still fighting, and most everyone was looking for a way out through death or simply giving in to fate).

Anyway, like 5 or so loyalists tried to enter, and the chick shouted "We know, the door is jammed, we're trying to open it" when in reality we were readying out weaponry. Myself, I snapped part of the sword off, sharpened it, and gave it a bigger handle with something lying around. I'm pretty sure it was part of an axe that was cast off and useless, but either way I cut my hands and arms a lot while performing this operation. Around the time I got it assembled and ready, the loyalists - there was this big one - knocked down the door and came in, weapons ready. Obviously, they knew we were making our own. We didn't suffer a casuality, but took all 5 of them down - I axed the big guy to death, and I don't know what else happened. The chick took a pretty bad hit and the fat guy was exhausted, but we all lived.

So you remember that thing I said about being locked inside but not really? The back part of the forge lead into part of the mansion and a hallway. I headed back that way to check for anyone flanking, and there was a big burly security card on his way down with a powerdrill. He didn't notice me, so I bolted back the other way, shouted at the two to get out of there, and fled - every man for himself. I heard their screams as he drilled out their brains. Savage.

Pretty sure this is the last part, but it was our daily meal time again, so I went to the mess hall but I wasn't going to submit anymore, so I caused a ruccus (to much applause) and jumped on this long-haired waiter guy, before going back in time, Prince of Persia style, and grabbing a knife instead. I stabbed him in the throat when I jumped on him, but it became apparent he was a good guy. So with a butter knife clean through his throat, he gently removed me from him, took out the knife, and smiled. So I apologized for trying to kill him, and he explained that it was "no problem, and my boyfriend is the doctor here." I recall plotting to get him on the resistance side, but that's about the end of the dream.

Good read.

"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."  - Tears for Fears - Mad World