Dreamworld

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I had another dream about Him. It felt like looking at a dead body.

 

12-28
A friend of mine offered me a bite of some unidentifiable glob of pink slime. I obliged, and thought it was relatively delicious. I asked him what it was made of, and he told me it was a mix of crack cocaine, rum, & cocktail of other illicit hallucinogens. Once it 'kicked in' I'd already wandered off from where my friend was sitting. I found myself in a large building; a sort of mall or hotel. There were restaurants & department stores decorated with posters and fake plants. Inside the stores, there were hallways which led to a labyrinth of more outlets. Decidedly, I wandered around.
My vision was blurry, my thoughts were loud, & every corner I passed, I ran into someone I knew. They'd pick up conversation & I would disjointedly ramble about how 'fucked up' I was because of the drug cocktail. To my surprise though, nobody really noticed how strange I thought I was acting.  After some time, I entered the 'food court', and noticed that one of my old friends was working at a fast food restaurant. We made small talk, & then she wished me on my way. I walked down this dark little hallway around the corner from the restaurant which led me to a vintage arcade.
It was more of a maze than mall itself, & completely empty. It was as if it were freshly abandoned. I opened the door to the restricted area & meandered until I came out of the previous entrance. After taking another lap around the mall, I entered that same arcade out of curiosity. Only this time, it was dark, disgusting, & covered in cobwebs. Entering the restricted area, I was met with an apparently infinite series of doors. I pushed through them, my hallucinations getting stronger as time slowed. I'd never felt more alone. I wanted nothing more but to awake and get out of this hell.
Upon the last door, I fell into a dark abyss. The only thing I could do was tear my way out of the void. I fell back into the arcade, disgusting as ever. Hallways stretched as I walked out the entrance, and when I opened it out, I was met with a completely different section of the mall. It was the exact opposite of how it looked earlier - Crowded, noisy, bustling. I had barely enough room to breathe as people rushed by me. I stood, weaving through the crowd in a drug induced trance. I locked eyes with an Indian woman with long messy hair. We didn't speak, but I knew she understood what I'd gone through just by the way she looked at me. She put a hand to my shoulder, and in an instant, I woke up.