Dream about sick persons
I need to tell you about this dream or I'd like rather say a nightmare I made two weeks ago, it deeply gnaws me and I can't get past it. I first thought I was just gonna ignore it, cause I took it like another weird dream you make some nights, then once you wake up you realize that nothing really happened and eventually you end by completely forgetting it out of your memories.
But this day, I learned things that really disturbed me, it definitely convinced me to write this. Hope that the fact I will write it down will ease my mind.
Well, I don't know where to begin, I guess I should start from the very beginning, right before I sleep and lay down on my bed.
So it was 9 PM, a Friday evening, I was enjoying the beginning of the weekend after five days constituted of hard work and a depressing mood. At this point, I initially planned to keep watching the TV until midnight or maybe more, but I felt sudden tiredness.
So I just left the living room to reach my bedroom. After I dressed with my night clothes, I just fell to my bed, slipped into the sheets and that was it, I was ready to take a good restoring night.
Within 5 minutes I was already asleep.
The first moments of my sleep weren't amazing, I may have made some dreams, although nothing major happened. Just nothing but ephemeral dreams. Being said, I can't remember what happened during those first dreams. But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, after a while, here comes the one that disturbed me, it still keeps me speechless. I can remember clearly because I had a certain lucidity all along, not as lucid as reality is, but still, I was quite immersed in it.
The beginning of this dream took place in a room, I was just standing there in one of the corners. Everything was quiet, not a single noise. I remember looking all around, I could notice a bed placed against the wall and a sort of tiny end table was just next to it. The wall was covered with blue sky paint. At the opposite of my position, a window was letting in a thick orange light over the room which let me know that it was probably dusk. Also, there was an opened wooden door right in front of the bed, leading to a corridor. The first sensations I felt were the surprise of being lucid and the incomprehension of the environment around me.
Because I had no clue where I was. Sometimes your dreams take place in some familiar places. In this one, the room was unknown to my mind.
After a short while, I began to walk around the room, I could hear the pronounced creaking of an old wooden floor with every step I made. I approached the bed, the sheets and the pillow were in the same color, kind of light green. Then as I looked more closely, I realized the bed wasn't made, as if someone had slept in it but didn't take the time to make it. Afterward, I took a look at the end table which was covered by a slight layer of dust. I saw a book and reading glasses over it, but while I was about to open it, I heard a groan that echoed in the hallway behind the door.
Suddenly something less reassuring had set in my mind, for the first time I felt the start of fear invade me.
So I passed the door to get into the hallway so I can identify the origin of that creepy noise. This hallway was very long and the only light that illuminated the place was from a tiny window at the bottom of the hallway. I could see that the colors of the walls were the same as the room where I was initially. I noticed a whole bunch of doors on the right and left sides of the corridor, each room has an assigned number inscribed at the top of the door. So by these visual informations, I supposed I was perhaps in a massive building like a hostel or something similar.
The groan could be heard over and over again, it sounded like a man suffering from all of his soul. I let myself be guided by the noise, I crossed the hallway to the bottom of it. There I find stairs going up and down. The groan sounded to come from up there so I came up the stairs. Over the time that I was more close to it, the noise echoed louder in my mind.
Once I reached the floor, I move to the identic corridor like the last one. I must pass like seven doors in the hallway before I finally get right in front of the door where that groan came from. The door was closed, I hesitated a bit then I opened it.
I came into a room deeply immersed in the darkness due to the window shutters were closed. In the middle, there was a bed where the sheets and pillow were on the floor, completely stained by a sort of red liquid.
A naked man was lying on the mattress, he couldn't stop moaning. I think he couldn't even notice that he wasn't alone no more. I approached this man and I saw several large green pimples all over his body, some were popped and let out a bit of blood from it. I stared at the man's eyes. Despite the fact he was able to moan, his eyes seemed disconnected from his mind, like the stare of a dead person. He wore a pretty large beard of at least one year, his face was tense probably because of the pain he was undergoing.
For a moment I tried to speak to him, I said « What happened to you ? How can I help you ? » but except for his endless groans and his loud breath, not a single response from him.
I realized that he had a sort of ID wristband around his wrist. Without touching him, I could read « Lakeview's asylum, Patient number 81765, Lucas Neils ». Just right after I read it, I heard another deep groan behind me coming from the corridor like earlier.
Suddenly I got really confused, the fear increased in me, and so I planned to escape from this building fast. I quickly ran out of the room, crossed the corridor as fast as possible and went down the stairs over three different floors to finally reach the ground floor. Then I just stopped myself at the bottom of the stairs cause « the show » that presented itself right in front of my face, was probably the most creepy and disgusting thing I have ever seen in a dream.
A pile of something like ten inert naked bodies piled on top of each other blocked my way to the reception room on the other side. There were among them males and females, with the same huge green pimples over their bodies as the man a few minutes ago. The floor below them was strewn with bloodstains. Over this horrific view, I was so scared that my breath was the only thing I was able to hear in this place.
Then some footsteps were heard upstairs, sounded like someone was coming down the stairs very slowly. I didn't dare turn my head back but I also didn't dare walk through the bodies either. So I closed my eyes, hoping it was nothing but a huge nightmare that will end soon.
A few seconds later, I heard the footsteps stop right behind me. I finally decided to look back.
A man was just standing up the stairs, staring at me. He was dressed in a dark green windbreaker with the hood over his head, which covered his face in the darkness. He wore camo green pants and a pair of rangers. He had a large backpack over his back. I can say that the general condition of his clothing was pretty dirty, looks like he lived outside for more than three months.
« Thank God I thought I was the only non-infected person in this hellhole. » he said to me. I couldn't even answer him that I was like aspirated out of the place.
A few seconds later, I was on my bed in my actual bedroom, under my sheets, my head on a pillow. The fact it was just a dream reassured me from the bottom of my being. I took a look at my phone, it was 8 AM. I spent all of this morning thinking about what I dreamed about. And in the end, I couldn't find another explication than the overflowing imagination of my mind. During the next nights nothing that creepy happened, I dreamed indeed, but I would say normally. Basically, I just did normal dreams.
So the days passed and life goes on.
Seventeen days later, what I learned this day will make this very special dream reemerge in my mind.
So I'm on my way to my workplace as usual. I took the bus, I sat against a window at the back of the bus like every time I take the bus. After a moment, two people get on the bus, two men looked in their 40's or 50's. They decided to sit on the seats right in front of me. They discuss anything. At first, I didn't pay attention to what exactly they were talking about.
Until I heard from one of the guy's mouths the name of « Lakeview Asylum ». I can tell that from this moment I could only hear their voices and almost nothing else. At this point, this whole dream just pop up in my thoughts in half of a second.
Over the conversation, I've learned that a new asylum just opened not far from here and they were actively recruiting staff. And more important as I said before the name of this Asylum is « Lakeview ». Then the conversation turned to another subject not relative to my dream, so I completely ignored the rest of their discussion.
But after this, I wanted to be extremely rational so I thought it was just a coincidence, even if it was pretty weird though.
At the end of my working day, I came back to my apartment. As usual, at 6 pm I relaxes with a beer and sat on my sofa to watch tv. I switch channels over channels cause nothing interests me. Between two zapping, I saw a few words in a title of a breaking news that gets my attention. So I go back on this channel. It was on a famous news channel.
So I started to read the title « A new disease has been found in South America ». At the moment I was just curious about it, but I wasn't worried at all. Well until one of the reporters said « Apparently from what the local doctors said, this disease leaves some sort of green pimples appearing on the skin and gives a severe headache. We still don't know yet if it may be fatal for the infected people or not ».
Since, a fear is born in me. A fear that obsesses me and ruins every hope I had before.
I can't stop asking myself the same question: « What was the purpose of this dream ? » and another question but just the fact to write it, really scares me. It's like I cannot admit that it might be true actually.
Well anyway, I will try to sleep this night, hope I will forget all of this mess tomorrow morning...
PS: As I expected I didn't manage to sleep last night. This dream and the events of yesterday still obsess me. I said to my boss I was sick and I could not go to work in this state. It's actually true, my mental health is completely screwed, I'm totally desperate right now. Oh, and a delivery man gave me some packages from my aunt this morning. I don't really see how a green Windbreaker and a pair of rangers will help me to get better.
Credited to Gargioss
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