I was in this big gymnasium with hundreds of people, we all had to choose what we were going to do or we'd have some sort of consequence. I chose the option where I had to "back the blue" and actively support them. Hardly anyone chose this option, but it was the easiest one to do. I sat on the bleachers with other people, it was a mix of high school kids and adults. I was talking to the person i was sitting next to about backing the blue, being sarcastic about it.
These people who were in control wouldn't let you leave no matter what. I seen my uncle who has cancer in a hospital bed, dead. I screamed,"my uncle died let me leave", they had no remorse whatsoever. The doors were open, so i took a risk and ran. I made it outside the gymnasium, but it was sort of like another building or something. The people were chasing me, trying to get me back in there. I ran up the spiral stairs, there was a floating bed, i jumped on it putting the blanket on me hiding. They couldn't find me.
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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
