weird dream
Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me
No really, I had to do that. I <3 the Smiths!
But really...Last night I dreamt that I was walking alone through a hospital. It was barren and old, stained yellow in many places, sort of like one would imagine seeing in a horror film. I was trying to find my way out, like I was stuck in a labyrinth. After many unsuccessful attempts, I finally located a door that opened.
I was holding a tin of holiday butter cookies, and eating them as I sneaked into the room. There were large, steel tables and big drawers on the walls. I realized I was in the morgue. The mortician was tall and slender with black hair, and he was making orgasmic pleasure sounds as he stood over a body that was lying on the table. Both the mortician and the body were wearing white lab coats, but it didn't appear as if the mortician was moving. I was scared and everything was fuzzy, so I closed my eyes, slunk down in the corner of the room and cocked my head to one side, pretending as if I were sleeping, leaving a half-eaten cookie falling out of my mouth, with crumbs and all.
Moments later he spoke, but didn't look at me and said something like, "I didn't know anyone was in here, excuse me." And he went about his business. Suddenly, I realized I had come to identify a body. I didn't know why it had to be me, because the body was the brother of a friend I don't even really talk to anymore, but I had discovered my purpose nonetheless.
The mortician went to the wall of drawers, and began to open them one by one. There were four in total, and he opened the 3rd from the left drawer first. After he pulls open the drawer, he pops the top of the coffin-type apparatus where the body is held, and out comes a teenager. He also has black hair, but he is moving. I tell myself this is only rigor mortis, but the boy is trying to sit up and walk away. The mortician keeps shoving the boy back into the coffin, but not very effectively. I have moved away from the corner but am now huddled below the wall of drawers, so I can see everything more closely.
While he tries to shove the young person back into the drawer, the mortician opens another drawer. This body is also male and with black hair, but is not as young as the first body. He looks as if he has been frozen for awhile, so he moves more slowly. But he is also trying to get out. It seems as if the mortician has the limbs of an octopus, for, while he is trying to fenagle the bodies back into their drawers, he opens the third drawer. As he is opening the drawer, I become frightened. I know this is the body I am to identify, but I don't want to look. After all, I did spend time with him on two occasions, although briefly. I hold my breath.
The body is huddled, in the fetus position, on the slab. He wears shorts or some sort of loin cloth. He, too, has black hair. I know it is him even though it doesn't look like him, and I have to leave. The mortician has allowed one of the bodies to get out of the drawer, and it is creepy. I back away from the scene without turning around, and nobody seems to notice me. I follow the curve of the wall to get away from these people, and find a back door. I push it open, and find myself in a long, narrow corridor. I take a few steps right, and see another door. Is this a supply closet? I wonder. The door swings when I put pressure to it, and the floor slopes wickedly fast and curves around, and I assume this is a chute for bodies, and I will find an incinerator. I must find another way out.
Back toward the door, I take my chances and go back inside. This time, I am brave and I head right for the octopus-armed mortician and the creepy undead bodies and head right for the exit. I am so ready to get out of this hospital! I run, anywhere, and finally find an exit door.
I exit and find myself at the back end of the football stadium at OSU, but the stadium is where the Physical Sciences building is, and it looks as if I have just walked out of Ag Hall. There is no parking around the stadium, there is lots of grass, and pretty redbud trees are blooming. The sun is shining brightly. I am drawn to the stadium. There are no ticket takers and no din of a roaring crowd, but I know there is something going on.
Set up like a parking garage, the stadium is built like the Flavian Amphitheatre in Rome. I find myself winding all the way to the top, but when I look, I realize there is a baseball game going on. People are wearing orange and denim jeans, but they are subdued, at least from what I assume a fanatic would be like.
Unimpressed, I follow the path back down to the basement to see what else is going on. I run into one of my sisters, and she is wearing a sports uniform. "What are you doing here?!" I exclaim, half surprised to see her, but really puzzled about why she is there. "I tried out for the team," she says. "The basketball team. We're up next." Hmm, what next? I walk with her a little ways into the stadium and we run into my dad. He smiles and gives us a hug, and says, "Good to see you girls!" No explanation, and then the end.
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No really, I had to do that. I <3 the Smiths!
But really...Last night I dreamt that I was walking alone through a hospital. It was barren and old, stained yellow in many places, sort of like one would imagine seeing in a horror film. I was trying to find my way out, like I was stuck in a labyrinth. After many unsuccessful attempts, I finally located a door that opened.
I was holding a tin of holiday butter cookies, and eating them as I sneaked into the room. There were large, steel tables and big drawers on the walls. I realized I was in the morgue. The mortician was tall and slender with black hair, and he was making orgasmic pleasure sounds as he stood over a body that was lying on the table. Both the mortician and the body were wearing white lab coats, but it didn't appear as if the mortician was moving. I was scared and everything was fuzzy, so I closed my eyes, slunk down in the corner of the room and cocked my head to one side, pretending as if I were sleeping, leaving a half-eaten cookie falling out of my mouth, with crumbs and all.
Moments later he spoke, but didn't look at me and said something like, "I didn't know anyone was in here, excuse me." And he went about his business. Suddenly, I realized I had come to identify a body. I didn't know why it had to be me, because the body was the brother of a friend I don't even really talk to anymore, but I had discovered my purpose nonetheless.
The mortician went to the wall of drawers, and began to open them one by one. There were four in total, and he opened the 3rd from the left drawer first. After he pulls open the drawer, he pops the top of the coffin-type apparatus where the body is held, and out comes a teenager. He also has black hair, but he is moving. I tell myself this is only rigor mortis, but the boy is trying to sit up and walk away. The mortician keeps shoving the boy back into the coffin, but not very effectively. I have moved away from the corner but am now huddled below the wall of drawers, so I can see everything more closely.
While he tries to shove the young person back into the drawer, the mortician opens another drawer. This body is also male and with black hair, but is not as young as the first body. He looks as if he has been frozen for awhile, so he moves more slowly. But he is also trying to get out. It seems as if the mortician has the limbs of an octopus, for, while he is trying to fenagle the bodies back into their drawers, he opens the third drawer. As he is opening the drawer, I become frightened. I know this is the body I am to identify, but I don't want to look. After all, I did spend time with him on two occasions, although briefly. I hold my breath.
The body is huddled, in the fetus position, on the slab. He wears shorts or some sort of loin cloth. He, too, has black hair. I know it is him even though it doesn't look like him, and I have to leave. The mortician has allowed one of the bodies to get out of the drawer, and it is creepy. I back away from the scene without turning around, and nobody seems to notice me. I follow the curve of the wall to get away from these people, and find a back door. I push it open, and find myself in a long, narrow corridor. I take a few steps right, and see another door. Is this a supply closet? I wonder. The door swings when I put pressure to it, and the floor slopes wickedly fast and curves around, and I assume this is a chute for bodies, and I will find an incinerator. I must find another way out.
Back toward the door, I take my chances and go back inside. This time, I am brave and I head right for the octopus-armed mortician and the creepy undead bodies and head right for the exit. I am so ready to get out of this hospital! I run, anywhere, and finally find an exit door.
I exit and find myself at the back end of the football stadium at OSU, but the stadium is where the Physical Sciences building is, and it looks as if I have just walked out of Ag Hall. There is no parking around the stadium, there is lots of grass, and pretty redbud trees are blooming. The sun is shining brightly. I am drawn to the stadium. There are no ticket takers and no din of a roaring crowd, but I know there is something going on.
Set up like a parking garage, the stadium is built like the Flavian Amphitheatre in Rome. I find myself winding all the way to the top, but when I look, I realize there is a baseball game going on. People are wearing orange and denim jeans, but they are subdued, at least from what I assume a fanatic would be like.
Unimpressed, I follow the path back down to the basement to see what else is going on. I run into one of my sisters, and she is wearing a sports uniform. "What are you doing here?!" I exclaim, half surprised to see her, but really puzzled about why she is there. "I tried out for the team," she says. "The basketball team. We're up next." Hmm, what next? I walk with her a little ways into the stadium and we run into my dad. He smiles and gives us a hug, and says, "Good to see you girls!" No explanation, and then the end.
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