Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I didn't write my dream down when I woke up (overslept, rushing). But I can still kind of remember it. It's somewhat blurry.

I was standing in a cemetary with a group of men in suits. They all had those ear plugs and sunglasses and all reminded me of sharks and gophers. They wore plastic grins.

A fire engine came roaring towards us and stopped, they were followed by several police cars. Several men came and told me I needed to come with them. I told them I didn't want to and all the men in suits started walking towards me, inching me closer to the car.

Next. I'm in a dark room and I'm wearing a plastic suit. It's the kind that covers your face, the kind you wear to protect you from your environment - or to protect it from you.

Apparently I'd had some sort of virus that was infecting the people around me and killing them. I tried to reason my way around it, telling the men in suits that I didn't kill anyone and I felt fine.

I'm not exactly sure what happened inbetween this and the end, but I ended up jumping off a fixed metal diving board into some sort of meat churner. I know this sounds really sick, but I remember being really happy about it. (side note, I'm not suicidal in the least).

Anyway. It was kind of like that one simpsons episode, one of the treehouses of horror where they're killing all the kids and turning them into sloppy joes and feeding them at lunch time. That scene where they push the kids into that giant meat blender. I just remember jumping and watching the blades come closer and feeling really shocked and disbelieving that I was doing this.

That's all.