Nightmares..riddles in the dark
I was back in Arkansas...I was at the poultry plant again, my supervisors..Chris Patten was glad to see me..cause production would go up again with me on the wingtable, but I felt defeated..hurt...depressed..I was trying to be silent..to not voice my emotions..but one to many people praised me for returning..and talked about how great it must feel to be back..but it just stirred me and made me resentful..and I spoke out about how I hated it...how I was just a failure in WA..and that coming back was a punishment.
I was getting ready to work on the production floor..and I was in a large breakroom..the floor was black and wet..like the old production area..and there were tons of people inside...some old faces..some new...the old faces asked me."What Happened to you?." I told them I died.
the new faces asked.. "is that him?" and I said I used to be.
there were furries there too..but they were mocking me, saying I shouldnt have ever tried to begin with....I knew some of the furries but only one stuck out in my memory...he seemed a mix of caring and cruel sarcasm....
I was looking for a hairnet...to begin work..and a beard net too... but I couldnt find them...its like..everything was different..everything had been changed..a lady told me they had just opened a new box of them..and lead me around the break room looking for it..and asking people if they knew where I could get one...all the people had a red tint to them..as if there were a red light on overhead too....
We couldnt find the nets..and so I cursed and punched the floor..and went over into a corner..there was a huge glass container of what I felt was Tequila there...I didnt drink it..but I rested my head on it..and cried..cried until I awoke
I was getting ready to work on the production floor..and I was in a large breakroom..the floor was black and wet..like the old production area..and there were tons of people inside...some old faces..some new...the old faces asked me."What Happened to you?." I told them I died.
the new faces asked.. "is that him?" and I said I used to be.
there were furries there too..but they were mocking me, saying I shouldnt have ever tried to begin with....I knew some of the furries but only one stuck out in my memory...he seemed a mix of caring and cruel sarcasm....
I was looking for a hairnet...to begin work..and a beard net too... but I couldnt find them...its like..everything was different..everything had been changed..a lady told me they had just opened a new box of them..and lead me around the break room looking for it..and asking people if they knew where I could get one...all the people had a red tint to them..as if there were a red light on overhead too....
We couldnt find the nets..and so I cursed and punched the floor..and went over into a corner..there was a huge glass container of what I felt was Tequila there...I didnt drink it..but I rested my head on it..and cried..cried until I awoke