Institution Hospital 65
As told by #65:
I am not a lucid dreamer, in fact I rarely recall my dreams. If this is any indication, that is probably a good thing. The fact that it was so vivid, however, makes it stick in my mind in a way that compounds the uneasiness. Throughout much of the ordeal I was convinced we were participants in a psychological or drug resistance conditioning exercise. Even though it has been a long time since I have been in the Air Force, these beliefs still permeate my psyche.
I awoke alone and cold, painfully aware of the scrubs I was wearing. Outside the room stood three others, and two other doors were ajar. My curiosity got the best of me and I investigated both rooms, both occupants were exhibiting clear signs of psychological trauma, and given the hospital appearance I embraced this in myself by throwing my inhibitions out the window.
The first thing I wanted to do was scream into the ventilation duct, to see if there was any answer. To accomplish this I would need a boost of some sort, so I attempted to coax one of the patients into being a stepping stool, but I was unconvincing. While I was on this lark one of the others pried open the door with a crowbar I hadnt noticed. This created a perfect opportunity to leave.
In the next room was a sign of struggle and some red marks on the wall, which I tasted as blood. That was pretty gross, so I looked through the desk for some gum and began chewing it. In one of the other halls I noticed some other patients, so I went to meet them. They were all convinced in their unity, which while puzzling, I could not dissuade them of during my half-hearted attempt. They then began to follow me. You never know when you might need a handful of sheep.
In the elevator I met the crowbar girl and some smiling guy. Since both were pretty inconsequential, I didnt really care. I gotta get some pants and get out of here.
The next floor looked much the same, so I figured I would try and fix the panel because that seemed a familiar activity. When I had it working I had an aimless conversation with someone on the other end, followed by a quote from a Queensryche album. I like Operation Mindcrime, and since I havent heard it in forever I kept doing it.
Eventually the crowbar chick came back and she wanted the microphone. This vexed me so I tore it out of the panel. Eventually we went to another floor and were beset upon by some crazies. To thwart them, I riverdanced. Crowbar chick tried to attack them unsuccessfully, so I smacked one and got into a bit of a scuffle. Then I worked on the panel for a bit.
At some point we ended up in the elevator again with the two others from the other floor. At the top level we got out and saw someone dressing. Victory...he has pants. I ran at him while crowbar chick shot him, which seemed excessive, but I wanted those pants pretty bad for some reason. Another guy came in and tried to calm us, but I was already calm and feeling good in these pants.
Or I was until someone killed that guy with an axe. I sidestepped him and decked him in the jaw, then ran into the next room which looked like a breakroom. From there I found some stairs and eventually I was standing in a regular hospital type place. This seemed good, so I strolled out. Since it was snowing outside I decided to get a shirt at the gift shop, which I found on the map.
Once I found my way outside I just kept walking. I need to get home, or somewhere, or somewhere else. I just dont want to be here. Eventually everything ended, like an artist has not finished his rendering. Was this a virtual reality drill?
Nope.
