This is a nightmare that I hope I can do justice by telling, because the symbology is ridiculous, but the actual depiction in the dream was a horror I have not seen before. Hopefully others might glean some insight from this description.

In dreaming:

First off this started from casual thoughts to the death of the Swayze, may he rest in peace, and I was watching some lost kung fu flick that the Swayze had made but was never brought to reality. After watching the Swayze jump around like a leprechaun and dance kick some bad guys, the scene changed and I was asked if I wanted to see where he died. Where's that, I asked. And they said Hong Kong.

They showed a room with just a nasty dirty mattress and some blood stains, it was frightful enough already. I resisted, and said I really don't want to see this. They obliged, but I ventured, why was he in Hong Kong? What was he doing there?

So they showed me. The scene changed and we were slowly moving in to a big room, it looked like a workshop. It was brightly lit and there was plastic tarp strewn around. In the middle of the room, there was a platform where there were these very thin human shapes being rigorously tended to by this alternative medicine practitioner. He was filing their muscles down with a file, and we got closer. As we got closer I could see in great detail the undeniably absurd suffering that was taking place. I remitted, why would they do this to themselves?

These shapes may have once been people, but were so emanciated and dried out, their skin had grey'd out and solidified to leather pulled, taunt over what little was left on their bones. One of the skeletals, was so far gone that its ability to control any motor controls was lost in a frantic seizure as its head whipped around in contortions. Finally we moved in on one them, who for all this pain was still conscious. I questioned, could this really cure anything? I don't think anyone can come back from this state.

As these thoughts left my mind, the caretaker blew sawdust at the skeletal I was examining. It let out the most inhumanly poor rasps as it struggled for breath. I questioned, why are you doing this? The answer, they volunteered. I shook my head in disgust and the caretaker blew another sawdust gust which caused the skeletal to heave and choke. I couldn't take anymore of this "knowledge" and woke myself up with the echos of misery still repeating in my aural memory. This eventually wore off as I watched some silly videos and read the news. It's ironic when the news is more civil then your imagination.