Amurehna

non-lucid
sleep paralysis

I've gone back to the medical center, it's Monday morning. I can't remember if they need me to get blood drawn in the morning or if they were just going to do it at the appointment that evening. I figure going anyway can't hurt, so I go. When I get there, people are gathering for a hallowing costume contest. A scary and annoying woman that I recognize from work (not really) is wearing a dark green robe with bright green-yellow stars on it, there are flames on the arms, and she has a cardboard box on her head with a picture of a witch's face on the front.
"I'm sure I'll win!"
Another costume goes by, for a second it makes complete sense then it doesn't make any. Two people dressed as Dracula are carrying a tall cardboard booth. It's height is even with theirs, the top of the booth has a cutout with a red velvet curtain fringed in gold. There's a face there, some politician. When they duck their heads into the flaps on the sides, the politician looks terrified and then starts to bleed. They talk about how genius their costume prop is.

I start to get a headache. I go upstairs where they're supposed to be drawing my blood. I briefly talk to the girl at the end of the hall, she tells me I'll have to come back in a few hours, but if I want I can rest in the room to my right.
"Do you have anything for this headache?"
"Sure, take this." she hands me a syringe full of opaque bright green liquid. I wonder if it'll even work on me.
"It should also help you sleep."
"Alright, thank you."

I walk into the resting room, which looks like my parent's room from the house I grew up in. Sort of how I saw it as a kid, that the bed takes up almost the entire floor and has a thin red velvet cover. I lay down as far from the door as I can get and I wonder if I should even take what's in the syringe. While I'm thinking, the ugly witch comes in and lays down. She says she doesn't have long before the costume party starts, but she wants to rest.
I start to feel strange, my abdomen is cramping then turns into a sharp pain, my head feels heavy. I start to worry that I'm having a miscarriage. I'm laying on the bed and I can only move sluggishly. I turn my head, wondering if the witch will notice I'm distressed, since I can't speak.
She does, she leaves yelling for help.
A man comes in, he's dressed in too-small clothes, he's overweight and has greasy curling black hair.
"I heard someone like you was in here. You're my favorite, all helpless. The best part about you is your spine." He climbs onto the bed and straddles me, pinning me down. He makes a grab for my wrists and I start fighting, as slow as I feel he's even slower. I claw at his face but he sits back out of my reach.
Then I remember the syringe. I fumble for it and find it under the covers. I pull it out and make to stab him but he slaps it from my hand.
"You stay right there...I'll be back for you."
He disappears out the door.
I struggle to move and only manage to roll over. I crawl out of bed and find the syringe, the needle has popped off. I find it and twist it back on. I can hear him coming back so I go and hide under the covers with the syringe in my hand....

The dream breaks off into another kind. I'm shopping, my boyfriend is with me. I glance down and realize I somehow have words imprinted on the crook of my left arm.
"I love Liam"
I'm afraid my boyfriend will see, I cover the imprint with my right hand and cross my arms.