"Organ Depot"

Crazy ass dream from last night. Main reason I'm posting it is because the ending was awesome. :rolllaugh:

06/23/2006
Second Dream:
"Organ Depot"

I was in some sort of hospital. (or so it seemed.) I was in an operating room, but I wasn’t the patient. There was a guy stretched out on the hospital bed, and a bunch of “doctors” going to work on him. It was obviously some type of surgery. Anyway, something was up with this guy’s anesthesia, and he kept trying to sit up on the bed. The docs just kept pushing him down, and then one of them broke out a rotary saw.
Holding him down on the bed, they started splitting this guy’s chest open while he was obviously coming up out of the anesthesia. I was horrified with what was going on, so I ran out into the hallway. There were a few people in scrubs walking around, and the place really looked like an authentic hospital. But then I made the mistake of roaming around and trying to find the exit.
Every room I went into was more disturbing than the last. In one, there were these huge glass vats that stretched up to the ceiling. Inside these vats were skeletons, many of these brutally disfigured, some of them with flesh and innards streaming around in the yellowish liquid that filled the tubes. There were, what looked like, scientists tending to these vats, doing some sort of work on them. Whatever it was, it was barbaric, and I scrambled back out into the hall, again. I went from room to room looking for a way out, and this place was beginning to drive me insane.
Another room had a bunch of stretchers scattered about where the dead were simply laying open, unattended. Another, much larger, room was filled with body bags, suspended from shelves like meat racks. There were hundreds of them in this room alone, some of them neglected and partially unzipped, exposing the decaying remains of whatever poor soul lay inside. A few of them were hardly even held in the leather sacks, gore dripping from exposed arms and legs as the cadavers hung halfway from the black bags.
Again, there were people in scrubs walking around, tending to this disgusting inventory as if this was some sort of manufacturing plant - white walls and bright lights all around.
A bit panicked, I went up to one guy in particular that stood out from the rest. He was short, bald, probably mid-forties, and was wearing a more distinct pair of scrubs than everyone else. I asked him what the hell this place was, and he told me this was an “organ donor” facility, where “dead” people were stripped of their organs so they could be sold to the public
(I’d recently been watching a news story about how the Chinese had an organ donor program that would even take the organs from their prison inmates’ bodies after they’d been “executed,” but some of them before they even took their last breath. I’m pretty sure that prompted this dream.)
Anyway, this (pretty creepy) guy told me he would show me the way out. While we were going back through the room with all the rows of body bags, my disgust brought me to another level of awareness. What the hell was I doing here? This couldn’t be happening. This was all a dream.
I was absolutely fuckin Ecstatic when I realized I was only dreaming. So much so, that the first thing I did was strut through the rows of these body bags, singing to myself and pimp slapping every person I came across that had something to do with this barbaric facility:
(stride on up to the first person…)
“La la la, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” SMACK!!!!
(strut a little further down the row, to the next person…)
“La la la, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” SMACK!!!!
Hahaha. It was fuckin great. :chuckle:
Anyway, sooner or later I’d gotten tired of this place. I didn’t think spinning a new dream scene would be such a good idea, because I tend to wake up when I do that. So, I jumped up and flew straight through the ceiling. I came up into the hallway above me on (what I somehow new was) the first floor. I think I walked out the doors after that, but I don’t really remember.

Then I woke up.

There was another dream, after this one, where I met these two cowboy guys. They ended up showing up in Part Two of the the last dream. Here is Part Two, for those that want to read it.

Dream 4:
"Return to the Organ Depot"

I was back in the “organ donor” facility from the second dream. Just being there brought me immediately to lucidity. I also noticed that the two cowboys from the last dream were there, also, though I think they were wearing more modern clothes. I decided to have some fun with these guys and give them the same sort of scare I had.
On a random note, I remember one of these guys taking a hit of acid because I told them this place was like a museum and we were going to see a lot of really trippy shit. Haha.
Anyway, I ended up meeting up with the short, bald guy that I was talking to, the first time, and he acted as sort of a guide to take these guys around through the facility. I let him know that one of them was tripping, and he took a few steps to make his “presentation” more ominous and dramatic, being a pretty good sport about it and putting on a really disturbing show for the newcomers.
So we spent most of the dream just kinda roaming around and scaring the hell out of these guys with what this facility was all about. The one that took the acid was speechless, and had this :eek: expression plastered on his face the whole time. Haha.
At one point, the sober cowboy (they were brothers) decided to get in on the joke. We ended up “losing” him during the little tour. He brother, tripping balls, started to get worried. Really worried.
Sooner or later, I had lost my lucidity, but I was still aware of the fictitious nature of this facility, and the joke we were playing on the trippin cowboy. The short, bald “guide” told him that his brother was on the “organ donor program,” and he was being “taken care of.” Haha. Man, did homeboy freak out after that one. :rolllaugh:
I think he started running through the halls screaming for his brother. We followed him back to the room with all the suspended body bags and one of the employees told him which bag his brother was in. He then ran to the bag and unzipped it. His brother’s partially naked and blood-soaked body slid halfway out of the bag and dangled there in front of him.
He lost it and started wailing and screaming “no! no! no!” and all that but, about 10 seconds later, his brother looks and says something like “HAHAAA!! GOTCHA!!!” lmfao. It was a riot.

Hmm...two cowboys...where have I heard of that before? Oh yeah, Brokeback mountain! and on acid nonetheless :rolllaugh:

Congrats on an awesome experience. There is nothing like that sense of relief when you realize it is a dream and that you can change or escape all of the horror. Bet you really loved pimp slapping those dudes, I can just see you cruisin down the hallways doing that right now! Yeah, slappage!

Yours was a lot more exciting than my LD last night. I decided to stand in the middle of the road and see if I could flag down cars and get them to stop.

Yeah, I might have been a little disturbed if I didn't hear the two of them refer to each other as brothers. LOL.
But then again, my mom has been watching westerns for like 5 days straight, so I'm not surprised those guys showed up. Heh. (Well, that, and Walker Texas Ranger, but that doesn't count as a western......and if I hear one Chuck Norris joke from anyone I'm going to edit some posts. :P )
But yeah, the slapping was good. Damn DC's should know better than to set up their black market death shops in my head. I'd like to dedicate that five-fingered rampage to that poor guy on the hospital bed. :wink:

And lol @ waving down cars. Next time try running out in the middle of the road and letting the cars smash into you like you're an immovable object and, if you desire, make sure that none of the DCs get injured by the impact. Everybody wins! :teeth:
Ooh, or even try jumping from hood to hood as the cars speed passed each other. Damn, that would kick ass. I've gotta try that, sometime.

Oh God I am so disturbed
I have been having a dream with a hospital that I call the hospital of experiments. Both my brother and I have had these dreams with them for years. We both didn't realize we had them until one day when I visited him he looked through my sketchbook.

We were always bothered at the fact that we had these dreams. Wondering the halls of this hospital. I would open doors and look inside trying a way to get out and see all the body parts and people who were difigured, torn apart ect.. All sort of tortures. The stainless steal drawers that contained the parts the smell the body bags with decomposed bodies thrown around with out care. All the weird tools and small doors to drop of specimens. God I hate it!!

I can go into incredible detail I hate hate these dreams. I always make myself wake up.

Seeing you write something I have experienced makes me feel scared! Confused! and just perplexed!

I too saw the harvesting article on what is going on in China and I called my brother and said it sound like our dreams.

I hope this occurance has an explaination. I hope it's like modern cultural dream themes of modern societies fears and not a future thing or a real hospital that exists.

I am so sorry you have to have these dreams. I know how it feels. It horrifies me, and I can't fundtion for days when I have it. When I had them I thought there was something wrong with me I would cry so much because I couldn't find an explanation to why I had dream with this disgusting place. Then when I heard my brother had them I thought there was something wrong with us like genetically. We thought maybe we saw something when we were little since the dreams started when we were little. But now reading your posting I feel there is something wrong we are all tapping into. But what?

Gosh I am going to messed up all day over this : :shock:

Whohoah. Yeah, that’s pretty freaky. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that kinda dream on a regular basis. I’ve always been a little :eek: about hospitals, when I was younger, so to have that as a recurring dream would drive me Nutz.
That’s a good point you brought up, though, about this possibly being just one of those modern themes that are a little more widespread than we know, because of cultural anxieties about things like hospitals, corruption, horrific experiments, things like that. Hopefully it’s nothing more, but like you said, you just never know.

Hey, I just wanted to say that I read all the posts here and for some reason this thread intrests me more than most other threads in the 'Lucid Dreams' section. The initial story posted by oneironaut is very interesting. I don't know if it was the context of your dream, or your style of writing, but it was very exciting even to read. The dream seems very detailed and fun, I could even see a movie being based on it. I can see how happy you must've been when you realized it was a lucid dream (although I haven't had a lucid dream in a long time, and when I did, I completley wasted it). I was even giggling at the thought of you pimp slapping the bodies. Although I'm also interested at dreamlyn's posts, I realized that his feelings of this dream are more frightened than oneirnauts's feelings. So, basically, I'm just commenting on how cool your dreams must be. Although I have had quite a few vivid dreams, none were as detailes as yours. Good day, and congratulations on your awesome dreams, I hope I will be having some as cool as those sometime.

Thanks for the reply, man. :cooler:

Yeah, this dream was very detailed. Exciting as it was, it was really no fun until I realized I was dreaming, the first time. Haha. Before that, I just wanted out as soon as possible. :sweat1:
I should have been a little more specific in writing it, though, because what I meant to say was that I went around slapping all of the scientists that were running the facility, not the bodies themselves. I'll have to edit that so it's not so vague.

I’m glad you enjoyed reading it, though. Here’s a link to my journal if you ever wanna read any more of them. :wink:
http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/viewtopic....4353&highlight=