A Crazy Dream

If you've ever had a job you'll know that you have the best of days, where you might get let off early or even get a day off.

There are also average days, which you work your normal hours and then head off to home to have a few hours to yourself before heading off to bed, for a nice sleep before heading off to repeat the cycle.

Then... There are the worst days.

If you have a job, you are probably familiar with these days mostly, as they are usually the most negative.

In my case, most days went like this.

I'll say this outright, my boss was a asshole.

He was constantly overworking us with little more pay and to make things worse, these negative days occurred on a weekly basis, resulting in several overworked grumpy people in the office every single day.

He was extremely impatient, forcing us to write documents with the deadlines being unreasonably early, days or even weeks before we could turn it into a project that was passable.

So practically every week, at least three or more of these days turned out to be these 'worst days'.

It had been on of those nights when I stumbled into the front door, looking and stumbling more like drunk that had been left in a parking lot for a night, instead of a overworked person who had just gone through a 36 hour work period.

I had been working particularly hard on what might be my last project, as I had failed to hand in other documents at the right time, so my boss had put his foot down and stated that I needed to hand in this one on time or I would be walking into vague and dangerous area of unemployment.

I wanted to tell him that he could take his deadlines and shove them as far up his ass as it would go, but instead of merely walking into unemployment, I would be kicking myself into it.

So I gritted my teeth, loaded up on coffee and donuts and got ready to endure what would be one of the longest shifts I have ever taken in my life.

36 hours later, I was stumbling through the front door, struggling to keep my eyes open, as they felt particularly attached to the floor that day.

I dropped my coat down like a child just returning to home from school, and went upstairs to go to bed.

I didn't bother with undressing or brushing my teeth, I just plopped onto the cool smooth sheets, and pulled up the blankets I had to provide warmth for me and I gently dropped my head onto the pillow.

Moments later, I had left this world and into sleep.

What I find interesting about dreams is that we often struggle to remember what they started off like, or what happened in the middle.

It's much like possessing a puzzle but missing half the pieces, so you have a general image of what you are trying to recreate but lack detail.

That's why this dream seemed off.

I can remember the exact moment this dream entered my visual range.

It started with a blaring white light.

A simple throbbing motion in my mind told me that this was a very bright light.

Not the kind that you could find in my bedroom or house.

Curiosity forced my eyes open but regretted it the instant the light entered my eyes.

It felt like I had been flash banged and I shut my eyes again to keep out the light.

I would open my eyes periodically to allow them to adjust, and by the fifth time I opened them, the pain had started to fade away. I observed the lights.

They would just regular lights. They were shaped like long narrow cylinders and I realized they formed a parallel line in rows of twos to my left and to my right.

Curiosity controlled my eyes to observe the walls in order to figure out where I was.

The walls appeared to be heavily white washed with a pale green colour replacing the bottom half.

I had only seen this strange white design in one other kind of building.

Hospitals.

I was in a hospital.

Why was I in a hospital?

I didn't appear to be psychical pain and had no injuries informing me that something was wrong with me.

I didn't feel sick at all, besides the feeling of tiredness that had somehow followed me even into my sleep.

Just as I was attempting to figure out what was wrong with myself, I realized that something was wrong with this place.

People.

Or, to be more exact, sleeping people.

They were laid out on small single-sized beds made from cheap iron material identical to the bed that I appeared to be resting in. They were laid out in both left and right form my bed and it appeared to be the same deal opposite from me.

I appeared to be the only one awake at the moment and used this time to observe the people around me.

They were all dressed differently.

Some wore business attire, women were wearing skirts and each one was dressed in a unique and different fashion.

There was all sorts of races of people as well, in fact, I don't remember one skin colour that was left out form this corridor that seems to stretch out forever.

They all seemed to be active sleepers however, as most of them were twitching their arms, representing things that anyone could do in real life.

Some appeared to be driving a car with outstretched arms, while others were eating and drinking or texting on their phones. I smiled at this.

It just seemed so strange, watching all these people do such normal and yet somehow such strange things in their sleep, while acting it out with their hands like what they were doing was right in front of them. I could understand one or two people moving around in their sleep, but all the people?

Something seemed off about this.

I was beginning to become suspicious.

Surely not 100% of all people could be moving around in their sleep.

It didn't seem probable.

I was ready to get out of bed now, seeing as I wanted to investigate my surroundings in further detail.

I slid out of bed cautiously, letting my bare feet adjust to the cold floor.

I jolted into the air once the soft silence was broken by the sound of squeaky metal.

'Shit!' I whispered as the sound continued, forcing goose bumps to pop out on my arms in random order.

I swiftly pulled myself back into the bed, think that maybe if I could just pretend to be asleep, then whatever in hell was making that noise would cease.I tried closing my eyes shut tight, but the loud shriek of metal was jamming my eyes open. It's a basic instinct to attempt to find out about the unknown and that's why my eyes refused to stay shut.

I just laid there in bed, like a child waiting for the monster under his bed to grab him.

The loud shriek of rusty metal being rubbed against more rusty metal continued its endless cry, as I cringed in fear and hopelessness in the bed.

The thing that was making the sound was now in sight.

I stared in disbelief as I saw a iron trolley being pushed in the middle of the corridor.

A male doctor was pulling it towards me. He had frizzy short white hair and with a long white trench coat with a leather belt around the waist.

The trolley came into view next.

It was constructed out of rusty scrap metal that was brownish in most parts. On the trolley was sleeping man. He remained still however, not like the other people that appeared to be acting out their lives in their sleep.

Finally the person pushing it came into view.

She was a young lady, couldn't have been more then 25, with long curly naturally tinged red hair. She wore a trench coat identical to the one the other, much older man was wearing.

She however possessed no belt.

She had a cute and cunningly beautiful face. No pimples or imprecations with the skin. Vibrant blue eyes shone at the doctor in front of her.

She must have caught me staring at her, because she gave a look of alarm to the doctor and gestured with a hand towards me.

The trolley stopped moving, along with the squealing sounds at the every same instant.

The older doctor turned to face me.

He had a depressed expression on his face with a constant frown that seemed to overpower everything with a sour tinge of resentment.

His eyes were blue, but unlike the girl's eyes which were a deep, solid, almost relaxing blue, this man's eyes were icy. White streaks crisscrossed with the pale blue of his eyes. They resembled cracked ice.

But what struck me with terror most was that when the man turned towards me, it revealed what was on his belt.

Syringes were strung like shotgun shells in loops of torn leather.

They were filled with a vibrant green liquid that resembled limeade in a scary way. The pointy ends were capped to prevent the liquid from spilling everywhere onto the floor.

He steadily walked over to me, taking of a cap of one of syringes as his pulled it out of its belt loop.

I was paralyzed in absolute fear.

I struggled for words.

But I soon realized I wouldn't need them. The man's face said it all. The man's face gave a very clear message with a evil frown and a disturbing pair of eyes that looked like they were peering into my soul with disgust.

The message was: 'It doesn't matter how much you scream or beg. It doesn't matter what you try to fight me off with, or what you throw at me. I will put this needle into your body and inject it with pleasure. If you struggle it will only make it more fun for me. I love a good chase.'

He stared me down with ease, subconsciously repeating that message into my brain as he approached me with a sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

I was staring at his face, easily distracted by his eyes that felt like ice stabbing into my face and his frown that made me want to cry in sadness.

Before I had time to overwrite his message with my own: 'I will fuck you up.' He was standing beside my bed, grinning as he grabbed my arm with unthinkable strength and steadied the needle with careful aim.

I was about to utter a soft sobbing sound, or beg, but he plunged the needle into a vein on my arm with a flash.

'Shit!' I yelled as the sharp pain jolted me.

I looked with a pleading look in my eyes as the doctor looked at me with a grin. A fucking grin. The sick bastard was enjoying his time. And taking it as it were.

'Its sleepy time.' He uttered softly as he began to depress the green liquid into my veins.

I looked at the wound and I saw that he had done a poor job of letting the needle enter my body.

A few droplets of blood were already at the site.

I grimaced and panicked as the thought of blood entered my mind.

But it didn't last long.

I was already feeling every sleepy.

My eyelid began to grow heavier as the green liquid slowly intruded my body with ease.

By the time the needle was finished it's cruel injection I was already asleep.

I don't recall waking up in the middle of the night, even after the dream, nor did I have any other dreams.

All I can remember next is that I awoke the next morning feeling rested and somewhat content.

However I recalled the dream with ease.

I sat there in bed thinking about it and going over the strange events that had occurred in the dream.

'What a crazy dream.' I concluded, as I absently scratched at a scab on my wrist.