Vivid Dreams

The fuck?

It's so chaotic. People are screaming at me, and I keep being pulled in a different direction. I didn't do this. This isn't my fault. They called us by table number. I just wanted to get them lunch. This doesn't make sense. I left them there, they were there, and I got to the lunch room as quickly as I could. They told me I had to wait for them, and after an hour I finally make it back and they're all gone. Where are they? Everyone looks so freaked out and they're  staring at me. The authorities have shown up, and this must be a fucking joke. They're telling me that they would have been deported anyway. I just made their job easier by having them in the same place. What does that mean? Where are my friends? What do they mean? I can hear them crying and everyone is screaming. I want to go home. I don't want to be here. Please call Sean. Please, where is he!? I need help, the kids get out of school soon and I just need to get to them. I need them. This man is screaming so close to my face I can feel his spit hitting my teeth and I want to pass out. Why is he mad at me? I don't understand. This doesn't make sense. Where is that dog? Why won't he stop barking? Stop pounding on the tables, it's so loud and you're accomplishing nothing. I can't remember the last time I had so many conversations flowing into my brain all at once and I'm begging for it to stop. I realize too late that it's me screaming now. I'm screaming and I'm flailing and I'm trying to get out of their grip. Let me out, let me go. I don't want to be here. You have to let me go. There's a ringing in my ears so loud I can feel it pounding in my chest and just as I believe I will most certainly explode my eyes are wide open and the house is too warm, my sweat it sticking my hair to my face, my hands are red and hot from clawing myself from my own subconscious. This one sucked, and I have no idea how to process it.