So I had this dream last night. It started out with me and several hundred other people applying for some ritzy private school. But before I took the test, I started noticing some freaky ass deaky things. The proctors were dragging away groups of students, all of them packed together like those KFC chickens, their postures bent over and gross, connected by some invisible bond. The few students who were left behind had these looks on their faces, like they were waiting for something they knew would never come.
Among these people were some people from real life, but I can't really recall who. I ran up to this one girl who had already finished the test and was sitting down, her legs uncrossed and her knees touching. Her eyes were glazed over, like a donut. I grabbed her by the face and shouted things like It's me and What are you doing? She gave me this blank stare and asked me who I was again. I rubbed her thighs vigorously, and for some reason that made her remember who I was. But before I could talk to her, to get her to spill some damn information beans, people all around were shouting and screaming.
From the largest tower of the school, some guy in a blue suit had jumped off, and seconds later he was a stain on the floor. Examinations were cut short and the applicants were invited to sleep in the school for the remainder of the night. But not me. I wanted out as soon as possible. But then, this fat lady with this really smoking hot daughter grabs me by the wrist. She invites me up to her office for something, and I want to refuse, but her grip in on my arm is so tight I feel like the bones might shatter.
So I walk with her and the daughter. She talks to me for a while, and I impress her with boyish charm and quick wit*. I don't dare ask about the suicider. We eat dinner, Mexican-themed, I think, because there was definitly some guac and chips. All throughout dinner, she talks about me to her daughter, as if I'm not there. She compliments me, says how I'm different from all the others, how I was special. I raise my head just a little higher.
After dinner, I try to bone on out of the school, but my Dad won't pick up his damn phone*. The lady once again asks me to sleep at the school, and I reluctanly agree.
My room is situated in the top of one of the towers. The room, though I've never been in it, definitly seems familiar. Something about its location. There's not much in the room, just a bed, a dresser, and some other possesions that look as if they've underwent mild usage. A pretty cool part of the room is that I've got a balcony. I walk out into it, and with the sudden disillusionment like that of a crowd who sees through a cheap magician's tricks, I realize where I am. I run back into the room and open the dresser. Blue suits. This was the room with the balcony that kid had jumped off of. I think I pass out or go into a coma or something because there's this time skip and the next thing I can remember, it's morning and I'm dressed in my own suit, but this one is a lighter shade of blue. The mirror I stare into show that my cheeks have lost all of their rosy hue* and have adapted a more hollowed out look.
Later that night, I ask the lady about the other students, and where they live, because I haven't seen one of them since I moved into the school. She tells me that she and her daughter were in fact just about to distribute food to the other students. She confuses me by leading me up to the top of one of the school's towers. She sets these huge buckets of gross onto the floor. Everything looks like rotten egg salad. The daughter scoops huge dollops into these long, red containers and screw open and closed at on of the ends. She fills it up to the brim and loads it into this like cannon thing. They point it out over towards the school's forest and just shoot the shit towards the damn trees. I ask the lady, the other students live in the forest? Not just the forest she tells me. More like a camp. I ask her when was the last time she went to check up on them. Her face has this appalled look on it and asks me why in the world she would want to check up on them?
How does she know that they're not all dead?
This is where I woke up. I wasn't able to dream about what happens next, but I like to think that everyone in the forest is safe and sound and that I liberate them from their death camp and lead them to safety, away from the school, and that it's the lady who falls from the balcony, not me.
* Indicates a real life connection.
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