the dream i had April 18, 2020

part 3

  The floor felt cold as I drifted away. But where I was now it was different. I felt the plastic braids of cheap carpet dig into the side of my legs. The kind that when you sit up it leaves a dark pink outline and feels weird when you run your finger down it. I didn't dare open my eyes yet. The screams from the tall bratty blonde kid were gone. But the silence wasn't comforting. I could hear the sound of an overhead fan. The pattern of thuds from it was anything but musical. That detail led me to the conclusion I wasn't in the Gymnasium anymore. The constant teleportation act kept getting old it seamed. But it didn't feel like teleporting. My knees still ached as if I had walked to this new atmosphere myself and tripped a few times on the way. The curiosity finally called to me that this wasn't normal. None of this was. I had just wanted to see a goddamn movie with my uncle. The slight frustration made me realize that whatever drug I had in my system was starting to fade. I could think clearer now.
  It lead me to open my eyes even, Just before being blinded by the yellowish light of the ceiling fan. My legs were in less pain than I thought as I moved them out of the carpet's impressions. They only felt a little like static now. But once a look down at them to see the pink carpet impression, I saw something else too. A pair of socks. But not only socks, these were connected to someone elses feet. My eyes traced over and up the figures legs until I met his eyes. Dead eyes. The poor kid looked like hell. I felt like if I looked at him wrong, his eyes might role back into his head and he'd be gone. He had shot pale hair and narrow glasses. He had a white button up and a brown overcoat on. His ankles looked bruised and red.
   As I looked around, I saw more humans about his size. All curled up and grabbing at there stomach or arms, one girl looked to have her hands tangled up into her long thick hair. The boy with glasses looked less dead now. His eyes looked as if he didn't dare say a word otherwise it would confirm what had happened earlier. But my curiosity urged me to ask.
  But this time it didn't hurt to speak like I had expected. My thoughts was a little dry though. "Where ar-" I began but was interrupted by him suddenly, "Hush. You dont need to ask. It's not like you'll get an answer from them or me for that matter".
  He said this then proceeded to pick himself up off the carpet Until he sat criss-cross beside me, keeping a little space. He sounded like a smart ass. He was looking up at the fan. It was hypnotic thing to look at. The calming light, the thud the motor made, even though it was obnoxious. The atmosphere seemed so familiar yet it felt like we were on a different planet. As I also looked up at the old fan, I felt sleepy again. But I had no motivation to fall back asleep and do another teleportation trip to hell.
  Suddenly the fan started to slow. The time between thuds was much more noticeable. I glanced at the boy who seemed to have noticed it too. I could've sworn he had made a sound. Something like a "hm" but I couldn't tell over the thuds.
   After a minute the fan stoped. The motor was off. And I noticed the kids started to move again. The girl with her hands in her hair started to slowly shake them out as she yawned. I could now hear crickets from outside. It was faint, but it was enough to convince me I was no longer anywhere near the Gymnasium. Or the theater, or the city, or Andre and Tony. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
   Suddenly the sound of footsteps came into play. Heels to be specific. I saw her now. The tall older lady with the right bun in her hair. Only this time she wasn't in a blue suit. She was in a black one with a dark red tie, her glasses hooked on the collar. The other kids were now awake. They didn't seem to happy to be either. And of they were also part of whatever "trial" just occurred, then I don't blame them.