"Something needs to be stopped"
Haven't posted here in a while but this one feels important (also the login issues). i had this dream on the morning of Jan 21.
I was in the passenger seat and pointed out when my mum missed the turn, she says we're going downtown. I got upset so she dropped me off at my dad's storefront (the place I thought we were going). But the doors were locked and nobody was there.
I walked to the street and realized I had NOTHING in my pockets.
Eventually I spot people entering my dad's company so i follow behind them. We go upstairs and it's busy. I'm shocked to find my phone on the main desk as I havn't been there in months-years "What a coincidence".
At the far end of the building I explore a corridor of rooms I've never seen. It feels creepy, but the rooms are brightly lit, small, and mostly empty. The door at the end of the corridor leads to a huge room smeared with blood and what looked like torture equipment. i back away not wanting to explore, just as a girl enters and takes a seat. She tells me to continue exploring the rooms. Me-"Are you kidding? Have you seen how many doors there are?" Her-"there aren't many, they connect."
I continue exploring the next corridor full of small brightly lit mostly empty rooms, oddly feeling creepy. I enter a kitchen and a slovenly guy follows. I open the fridge to find it full of beers. The guy chugs a jug of milk and finishes it off lol.
I peek into the final room at the end of the corridor. It a washroom with stalls that reach only halfway to the ceiling, and not nearly as bright as the other rooms. I spot an asian guy sitting in the far left corner stall looking at his phone or something. I call him over. He follows but doesn't understand "No english". I use hand signals to get him to follow, but he insists not, and somehow I hear "Something needs to be stopped".
I cautiously follow him back into the washroom. We stand in the doorway. He insists I look... There's a small round mirror in the middle of the room. A giant blinking eye appears on the mirror. The room distorts when I look at it. I shut my eyes to regain composure. The guy starts talking about something, me-"Now you speak english?" He insists he isn't, AND I REALIZE IM SPEAKING CHINESE (or whatever language it was). I shut my eyes again as my thoughts go wild "Oh my god, but I'm thinking in english." And then I woke up.
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Careful, Icarus
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