Usually I don't post my dreams to my blog because they're all really weird, but this one I had last night actually scared the shit out of me near the end.
The government had approved a medical facility somewhere in the desert known as the "Yellowjacket Corporation". Apparently, they had cameras planted on almost every lightpost in the United States and had a complex series of underground traps and tunnels built, and they constantly had troops patrolling the streets in disguise. When someone was injured in public, it could be anything form breaking a leg to just cutting your finger on a steak knife, the agents would approach you if you were in a crowded place and you would be asked to go with them. If you were alone, it triggered one of their traps and you wre thrown down into the tunnels that would guide you to the Yellowjacket facility without anyone knowing what happened to you.
In the facility all of your clothes would be burned, along with any identification and money you had. You would be given a white tarp-like thing to wear and you would be strapped down to a white table in a small square cubicle in one of two huge warehouses where thousands of people were kept strapped down. The cubicles were in short rows and at the end of each row an industrial-strength fan was on it's highest setting. The doors to the cublices were covered with thin white tarps, but the fans were on so that all of the people who were awake would be able to look through the flapping tarps at all of the other rows and rows of people who were also strapped down and unable to do anything. It was in this room that surgeons and doctors made their rounds dressing each new patient's wounds.
At night they would undo the straps one by one and let all of the people into four designated recreation rooms for each section of the warehouse. In the recration rooms there were things like couches, televisions, and tables with magazines. These rooms also led to the bunks where the people would sleep. After a day of being strapped to the table, some of the people wouldn't even move when the straps were taken off and would just fall asleep on the table. All of the others who went into the recreation rooms would discuss what the Yellowjacket Corporation was doing and why the government allowed them to have all of these people kept like this. There was no lunch, but a liquified breakfast and dinner fed through tubes every day on the operating table, and there were showers once a week in a huge shower room. Most of the people captured were men, and a few women, but no children. Even though some of the people with minor injuries made full recoveries, no-one who came in was allowed to leave. They just kept bringing more people in.
For some reason James and I were both taken in. There were other people from our school in the same warehouse, and they all seemed fine. The workers, who were identified by wearing yellow jacket-type tarps over their clothes, allowed us to hang out in the stair room we used to get from the cubicle warehouse to the recreation room, becuase it was getting overcrowded. We were talking about trying to escape. An old guy said that he escaped, but the police arrested him when he want back to his house, and he was brought back to the Yellowjacket facility.
Somehow, Jake had been thrown into the same area that we were in, and right before the released all of us into the shower room, he started making a speech that he wrote purely to get all of the people wound up and in a fighting kind of mood. I remember he said something about "never going out drinking alone" and "making sure to vote nixon into office". For some reason this caused all of the people around us to riot and overtake the guards, and we ripped their jackets off. We all got out of the facility and broke through the front gate. Somehow we all ended up going to the same shopping mall, and they supplied us with regular clothes. I was standing in a gift shop with James when suddenly the guards started saying they were making multiple arrests. They were taking everyone back, and we all got put in a big truck after being handcuffed. They drove us back to the Yellowjacket lab and burned all the new clothes and strapped us back onto the tables. I remember having the horrible realization that no matter what we did or how far we got, the Yellowjackets had cameras and traps everywhere, and that no matter what we did, we would always be thrown back to the lab, because the government and the police force were all in on what Yellowjacket was doing, and we would just be imprisoned there forever.
It was creepy. I woke up at 5 AM.
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