You wake up in an empty room to the kind of silence that can deafen you.
The room is both familiar and strange, a warehouse with cool, metal walls and strobe
lighting. You get to your feet, moving immediately for some kind of escape because
wherever it is you are, you don’t want to be there for long.
You walk towards the door. You try the handle – expecting it to be locked – but it creaks
open. The corridor is dark. But you recognise it. It is your place of work.
The exit is directly ahead, but even in the shadows, you can see the bars across it.
Escape seems futile.
You know that if you don’t get out now, you never will. You need to make contact with
the outside world. You remember the phone in the breakroom.
You waste no time. Dial 999. The receiver beeps into life.
This number is currently out of use. To reach Quarantine assistance. please dial 0181534726.
You don’t understand.
Still, you dial the number. After an agonising pause. someone answers.
Hello? Can I help you?
You open your mouth. but no sound comes out.
Are you trying to reach a safe space? Are you near the infected?
A rasp escapes your throat. A guttural sound. More animal than anything. They sigh.
You can’t speak, can you? We can’t help once the infection has hit. I’m sorry. If it makes you
feel better, they say you soon forget when it spreads. Oh god. I am sor-
The phone cuts off.
You can’t speak. You can’t speak. You turn towards the mirror on the wall. It is only when
you open your mouth, do you see the film of skin that has grown across it.
Nobody hears your scream.
I had a dream that I was playing football with ostriches. It was a tough game because not only can ostriches run very fast, but they were also terrible cheats. On the few occasions when I could kick the ball, an ostrich would simply unfold one of its wings, knock it down, dribble it past me and score a goal.
Ref!’ I screamed the first time it happened, ‘That is hand ball!
The referee gave me a bemused look and said calmly, ‘But ostriches don’t have hands.”
Frustrated, I yelled back ‘Their wings are their hands! Their wings ARE their hands!’
The referee reached for his pocket, and with a flourish pulled out his yellow card and carefully wrote my name on it.
The only thing I could do was play harder. It was kick off, which at least gave me the opportunity to use the ball. With terrific concentration I dribbled the ball forward. The first ostrich was before me. I fainted to the left, kicked the ball right and was past him in a flash. Then there were two ostriches in front of me, moving in. I flicked the ball over them. sprinted between them and caught the ball on my chest, and dropped it to my feet and dribbled forward again.
By now I was in the goal area, and had one last ostrich to beat before I could shoot at goal.
This ostrich slid in at me and I went down. I was going to claim for a penalty, when I noticed that the ostrich had gently passed the ball back to his goalie, and the goalie had not kicked it, but picked it up.
Ref! That was a back pass! The goalie cannot pick it up with his hands- it should be an indirect free kick!
The ref looked at me solemnly and said, ‘Ostriches don’t have hands.
I yelled back ‘Their wings are their hands! Their wings ARE their hands!
With a flourish, he gave me a second yellow card, and sent me off.
School class (where I studied). The teacher from the university (which I study now) is giving a lecture on Soil Mechanics. On the first desk there is a very fat guy.
He takes out a burger in foil and starts to turn it very loud. The teacher became nervous. As soon as the fatty bit off the first piece,
the teacher takes out a gun and makes a big guy a colander. One bullet flies right through and hits me. I did not feel the pain, but I saw a lot of blood, so I decided to play along.
After my affectation and falling on the sink began to run up to me unfamiliar people with shouts: NO! One girl said that they need to call my brother.
My brother (Dean Winchester from Supernatural) comes to me, takes me, throws me into the back of the pickup truck and takes me home. At home he throws me on the floor in the kitchen, and opens the fridge.
Smelling the food I say: Damn, eat the hunt, went to the KFC. He turns around in surprise and says: What is dead may never chicken can eat!
Houses cold. I went to sleep under two blankets. Dreamed that sleep under its four blankets. Woke up without blankets.
I was at St. Peter’s Square in the Vatican City. It was the size of a small city. Around was fog.
I was approached by Jim Carrey on huge stilts and said that I was the last Horcrux. Then he sat in a huge Tesla, and flew away.
In my dream I was standing in front of a mirror. Mirror showed the past: I saw myself and my girlfriend in the school days. When I touched the mirror image began to move, and when I pressed the stronger I got in the mirror.
There I watched this scene. Comes our teacher and starts to scold us for what we are constantly distracted (we always sat together). Gives us consoles with three buttons: “Yes”, “No” and “I love u”, embraces us and sit in different corners of the class. Then with a satisfied face stands at the blackboard and begins to talk about how to cooking a cat.
I dreamed fall of the Dark Knight and Superman from Doomsday hands. Justice League isn’t born :( Batman weeping over the broken body of Superman. He wanted to kill his self :(
I had a dream where my cat turned into a terrible spider and tried to kill me. He said that all this time, deceived me, and for many years made plans to destroy my family. I had to smother him with a pillow.
A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that I had died and gone to heaven. And there I met David Bowie. He was engaged in breeding rare breeds of penguins. Penguins get up around him when he played guitar and sang along with him. It was very touching!
Today in a dream I was running away from aliens on cucumber field. It was like a cornfield, but the cob were cucumbers. When I was almost caught up, I picked cucumber, bit off half and became a huge cucumber. I crushed the aliens eat their ship and woke up happy.