(put it in the wrong categorie last time….)
I started off in a large white concrete area, with many shopping mall style buildings looming over me, yet empty and blank. THe sun was scorchingly bright, making all the concrete gleam. I never really did get a good look at myself until the end of the dream. But I entered one of the buildings to progress the dream, and found it to be very cold, or at least I thought it was, I could see my breath. At first, it was empty, except for a small desk with a tight knit business woman at a desk in the center. As I moved closer to her, details and themes of white and blue faded into view, giving the area an even colder, sinister feel. The woman stopped typing and looked up at me. She smiled with a sharp intelligence that startled me and made me jump back. She spoke quickly and with a low voice.
"Oh great. Another dogboy. Well, you’re all twisted up aren’t you? your insides are all wrong! you’ll just have to pull em out and fix them, won’t you now?"
I tried to speak, but it was too cold and my voice was shrill and weak. She shook her head and pointed to circle of seats occupied by many people I knew. THey were pulling out what looked like braided and knotted slimed up twizzlers from there mouths. there were piles of it everywhere when I glanced around, but never saw them there when I walked in. I turned around to try and speak to the woman, not sure why I wasn’t afraid, but she was gone. So was the desk… and… everything. So I turned back to the circle of chairs, but they were gone. There the woman stood, tapping her foot angrily. "So get to it mutt!" She said sharply. I shook my head and started feeling fear in the pit of my stomach.
She took her glasses and put them in her pocket. Her voice had ceased to be human, and had become a high pitch and low pitch spoken in complete harmony. "Fine, I see you aren’t so sure you want to be happy like they are. Never a problem! We’ll take care of you until you’re ready." I ran as far into the blank white space as I could, feeling it get colder and darker. Until I hit a door. LItteraly slammed into it. Being a dream I didn’t feel it of course, but she caught up with me, opened it, and pushed me in. It was dark and warm. But full of screams. My own meshed with them as I saw all of those people I knew from the chairs looking gaunt and zombielike, screaming and falling over each other. It was then I saw myself when I turned around, the door had become a mirror and I stopped screaming. I don’t remember what I saw… but it woke me up. I still can’t make sense of this dream, and can’t let it go, but I won’t eat twizzlers either now, on a funnier note.
Can anyone explain this? serious answers only please.
