I had a strange dream. I'm not sure I can make enough sense out of it to describe it. There was apparently some kind of scavenger hunt going on. However, there was something else going on before that. So, Dan and I were putting off the scavenger hunt. I can't remember what else was going on...but it was like some other game or program and we seemed to think it was cool. So, we started doing the scavenger hunt and caught several people rushing out of the woods with handloads of stuff and one person with a wheelbarrow full of stuff. Everything was hidden in the wooded area by the way...several of everything apparently. So, that was cool. Anyway, I found a few things and he found a few when we heard them taking count of everyone's findings up the hill. So, we figured it was over...and it was getting dark, so we understood why. However, the fact that it got dark and the stuff was in the woods...never occured to us till then...we thought we could just "look later". All well
The other parts of this appear to be separate little stories...but involving some of the same people. Then it skipped to some sort of old time battle. Think straw cottages and catapults with fire on them. So, yeah, people were running around screaming...and cottages were on fire. The largest portion of one side was huddled around this rather large cottage and trying to prevent it from burning. Someone else...I guess from the other side...wandered over there. He knocked me down, pinned me and was threatening me with his sword. Yes, there were apparently swords involved. Hmm.. He placed a slit, using his sword, across one of my cheeks and my chest. Then someone else came up from behind him and knocked him off of me.
I got scared and started running off attempting to find help. I ran to this large building....and now we switch to our time...so I'm thinking the whole battle might be some kind of reenactment gone horrible wrong. Or using the Standford Prision Study...you could say we became our parts. Anyway, I ran to this building and entered, screaming about what was going on and people being injured and everything. The people in there, thought me hysterical, and ignored me. I was going room to room trying to find someone who would listen. Then I seemed to wander in this morgue-looking room. That wasn't the best place to be. Though, instead of having the decreased in pull out shelves like you seen on t.v...the dead were resting on open shelves like shelves that you would get cans of food off of at the store. So, they were all visible, decaying, smelling, and stacked before my eyes. I was overwhelmed by the sight and with the idea that no one seemed to care what I had to say. And I passed out/fainted onto the floor.
Here, it seems to get really fun. So, I'm passed out on the morgue floor...right? Yeah. Someone comes in, finds me on the floor, and starts hauling me up. So, I'm thinking..."Someone that cares, woo." No. This person is under the impression that I'm deceased and somehow rolled off of my shelf or was laid aside and not properly shelved in the first place. So, he's all pissed off and hauling me up and towards this shelf. I start realizing exactly what is happening. Then I felt the cold metal shelf through my clothes. He had put me up there. My eyes flew open and I started screaming at him. I was screaming, "I don't want to be up here. I don't want to be on the shelf." He was freaked out at first. Then it gets weird and stupid.
He tried to convince me that as a deceased body, I need to be on the shelf. I go on to argue that I'm not deceased and that he has a screw loose. So, I slide down carefully off the shelf...quite disgusted. I try to tell him that I passed out. He seems to acknowledge this. As I head for the door, he stops me. He tells me that I can't just walk out, people will be suspicious...cause I'm not really supposed to be in there if I'm not a doctor or deceased.
So, he tells me there is a class of students, I suppose college students preparing to become doctors...and I just need to wait for them to fill the halls. For, he said, with all of them out there, they aren't going to notice me or which door I came from. I agreed and proceeded to hang out in the corner, furthest away from the bodies. He went ahead and left the room.
So, I'm in this corner, feeling disgusting being so close to dead bodies. And I notice this movement. This little girl emerges from behind some boxes and comes towards me.
She comes over to me, says nothing, but sits in my lap. So, of course, I start asking her questions. She didn't tell me her name, or I don't remember...whatever the case may be. Apparently, she was in the room under similar circumstances...searching for help. It appears her parents just kind of left her. So, I tell her that first, we need to get out of this room and I explained we were waiting for people to come out into the hall. So, we watched. The hall filled, and I grabbed her jacket, put it on her, picked her up and carried her out of the room. We mingled within the mass of would-be doctors and no one gave us any notice. So, we headed out the back door. This place, for some reason, had a playground...which we passed up but the girl stared longinly at the other children as though it had been decades since she played with another child.
I proceeded back to the battleground, just to see how things were going. Everything seemed fine. The fires were out. No one seemed majorly hurt and everyone was shaking hands. I found the dude that had attacked me, he appoached me and apologized. He asked where I went and said I had no right to be scared...he just got a little out of hand. Sure. Whatever. I told them I was going home. But, I didn't go home. I took the little girl out to tget some food as we talked stuff over. I was then trying to arrange my schedule...still thinking I had to go to work and class. I was trying to see how I could leave this 5-6 year old girl in my apartment. I didn't want to draw attention. I started explaining stuff to her and she seemed fully aware that I had stuff to take care of...but I didn't want to leave her there alone. So, I was left pondering about it. I listened as she described her parents...and I realized they sounded a lot like people I had met on campus. So, I sat...trying to figure out how to help this girl and what would be the best plan of action.
Is that crazy or what?
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