#dreaming

“Wake up silly girl it’s 5:30 already! Wake up, get started with your day!,” I hear my mother say as I’m still trying to recover from the taste of spider webs in my mouth and itchy skin due to creepy crawlies all over me. The last thing I remember is my newly found friend checking into his old black watch with a torch in his hand while it’s still daytime in order to hide from what seems to be danger, with white but old and chipped walls around us and a small window to the extreme right behind him with the noise of a speedy metro passing by in the distance. We had just had a long walk and an even longer discussion to save the human race, from oblivion, in the middle of a jungle with a huge lab built underground. 

This was it! This was really it! I thought they were trying to help us, you know? The scientists? I remember long, lit up corridors with dark walnut doors, it was like a huge dormitory with concrete ceiling and floors and old, white chipped walls, not all over but prominent. It seemed like a long endless corridor, I thought we were here for the better, for our own survival and growth. I heard noises though, a man was tased for fighting them off while another was dropped dead right before my eyes. I remember their screams. The horror on their faces and in their eyes and the way they tried to fight them off.

Soon I realised that we were not here for the better but for worse. We were here for an experiment. We held of experimental value, much like Stranger Things, sans the aliens. I still can’t recall what the experiment was or what were their terms, it was still an experiment performed on the human race, without the outside world’s knowledge or intervention. I wonder if they even knew or was it the government?

It was my turn. My turn to have all the screws and needles to work their scheme on me. How did I get here? Why was I here? Who brought me here? I did not know, all I knew was that I had to escape somehow. I was firmly held by a few people, I don’t recall how many. They were buffed and strong, much like the Russian army, as soon as I was in their grip I started to throw a fit. I cried and pushed and punched into the air, but all in vain. Maybe I was too important, or maybe they had to prove a point so they let go of me and left me to find my way out.

As soon as I’m out, or maybe that’s what I thought. I saw a girl from my class. She’s from Nepal, she has a beautiful and calming voice, much calmer face and brown curly hair. In no time, out of nowhere, I’m on an escalator, still attempting to escape and I ask her to help me, for a brief moment I even thought she would, but she went past me like she never knew me. She looked robotic and brainwashed, her eyes, lifeless. They did this to her! They wiped out her memory! Now she’s just like them and a part of their evil agenda! I am standing on a hardwood floor. It feels warm and looks somewhat like a fancy mall but I can’t escape. I’m trapped here! My insides are spinning and as I try to make sense of all of this, I collapse on the wooden floor. I’m throwing a fit and yet again I’m held down by 2 strong men, apparently the security while I scream, “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”.

P.S.: This was just a dream much like a lot of my many nonsensical dreams. Some are fun, some dreadful and some I remember to the last detail. This was one of those dreams. My mother thinks I’m watching too much sci-fi stuff hence these dreams. In my former dream, I was with Iron Man helping defeat a much scarier villain than Thanos. Scoffs. Me? An Avenger? Suuuuuure. I even went outer space. Haha, such are my dreams, I truly enjoy them. It’s hard remembering all of them so I usually send texts to my friend explaining the dream in detail as soon as I wake with flashes of the dream while they last.