[Fallen]

Over a week later...

I found this entry that I made about the dream I was talking about earlier actually, so I'm copying and pasting with with a few minor edits in wording.

Like most dreams, I can't tell you exactly where it was. The place reminded me of my middle school, yet had such a different layout than the school itself. My locker seemed to be in the same place, yet there was a wall dividing those northern lockers from the lawn where the auditoriums were. In my dream however, there was only one auditorium and it was on somewhat of a slope, standing higher than the rest of the school but feeling like it sinks when you enter it.

I believe the time was high school graduation. I was with an old friend –Aden was his name– babbling senselessly with him. Only thing was, he wasn't speaking back to me. It was like talking to a wall. I knew Aden knew I was there, he just... wasn't speaking to me.

Anywho. Somehow I made my way into the auditorium. I know at the beginning of the dream it had the same tiles and walls and ceiling as the auditorium in reality, but when I was in it at this part of the dream, it was completely different: just a giant bathroom. The stalls sitting to the west, a large space consuming the rest of the area. There were no sinks, no urinals, just those dull, grey stalls. Inside each stall was a scratched up toilet and no toilet paper. In the toilet paper's place was.. an organ of some sort. The organ was grey and very easy to break apart. I want to say it was slimy, but in the dream it didn't feel that way. The name of the organ was 'Divinity'.

I was sitting in one of the stalls, the second to last one guarded with short walls (there were two stalls with tall walls, the rest short), when this man comes in. His face looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn't put a name on him. Either way, I didn't care. Instead, I started, jokingly, loudly shouting "You're a peeper! Peeper!" My voice echoed off the walls, out the window. No one replied. I know I was hoping for laughter to be coming from outside, but there was none. The white haired man just looked at me.

I shut up, then suddenly got the feeling that I was in danger. I don't know why, but I wasn't afraid. Instead, I said, "You could at least let me shit before I die." Even though I wasn't afraid, I was trying to buy myself more time. (Though I was literally crapping in the dream, luls.) So, I did my business, breaking apart the organ and using it. Somehow the man and I even began small talk. Until I was finished using the bathroom, of course.

So, I stand and turn to him to see his lips moving. He was whispering something to me. "Huh?" His lips moved again. Beside me, outside the stall doors, there was a presence, but I ignored it. I was fixed on hearing what this man said.

His lips kept moving as two men opened the stall door and started pulling at me. I didn't scream or say anything to them, but I did pull away from them and strain my ears to try to hear what the white haired man was saying. One of the men took my arm using a piece of metal. The metal was like a coil, slipping around my forearm and threatening to pierce my skin with its sharp edge. Still, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to hear what that other guy was saying!

Finally, I did. "Scream for me..." he breathed.

In another sudden motion, I knew what these guys had been doing. Flashes of different men, one in specific, ran through my mind. They had bruised faces and eyes full of blood. What these three men had been doing was amputating parts from people's faces, stabbing thick needles in their faces and yanking it out. It should have been horrifying, but again, I wasn't scared. Instead of screaming, I pushed the one man who had me away and ran for the door.

By the time I could pull it open, I felt as if he'd already caught up to me.

In that entry I made, I'd posted that "I woke up mystified instead of afraid."

So that's my dream! :D