I am in a eggshell white tiled room with grime and mildew on all possible edges. Flickering florescent lights intrigue me to believe that I am in a low budget horror film. As a cloaked figure approaches me and my friends, Matt, Max, Kent, Molly, Jaylene, and Laura, all of whom I now realize are just as confounded as I. The cloaked figure speaks to us in a deep bold mono-tone; another horror cliche. He presents to us that I must guess the time in order to save us. If I guess the time of the day within 1 minute, I save myself. If within 50 seconds I save another person and so on through 10 second intervals. If I do not triumph over this task, as I am presented as the dark figure moves aside, whomever I don't save will be shown the wrath of six black operating tables that can only be used for so many things. Now of course I have to guess the time because this is my dream, but I still have my sense of righteousness. Another side note THERE ARE NO WINDOWS.
As Kent bawls, Max just shivers uncontrollably, and Matt, of course, screams vulgar and violent remarks at me. All I could do was bid them good bye and condolences. I usher the girls out of this mind-trip. Apparently I guessed the time within 30 seconds and I would rather know that Matt suffered than any of them. Sorry buddy, you could take it. Now that I reflect upon this dream I could have sacrificed myself and save four of six, but I didn't. I was the savior and the condemner. Also I really would have liked to know what the tables were for, Matt, Max, Kent, you decide.
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Those black operating tables were used to set up play-dough. We all made voodoo dolls of you and shred them apart. But that could be my jealous side speaking.
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