Thread: "Organ Depot"

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

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.
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 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.
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.