A Collection of Dreams

Tell me your dreams.

[wheniwig]

Mi corazón. Millónes de aves andaluz.

El gran poeta, Lorca, con sus

manos perdidas.

El gran pintor, Dalí, con sus

amores perdidos.

La niega de verdad. La siega con rosas invisibles.

Perdidos. Perdida. Perdido.

La flecha en su lado. Ninguno lo quiere sacar.

[wheniwig]

Ojos de mar.

Tú, chien andalou.

Ojos de mar para ti.

[alekano]

The Office

This dream was actually about the TV show The Office.

David Wallace had taken over Dunder Mifflin as a tyrant. Specifically, he made his headquarters at the Scranton branch for the sole purpose of making Michael Scott's life miserable. Unfortunately, everyone in the office had fallen subservient to David due to fear of losing their job or their life. David had made sure that during business hours all exits were sealed, and had rigged the room so that it would flood if someone tried to set off the fire alarm.

David called Michael into his office in a final attempt to take down the one person that still resisted his tyranny. David was going to promote Michael to the position of regional manager again. (In order to humiliate Michael even more, David had demoted him to a janitorial position with the title "Cleaning Lady") "Michael! I'm so glad to see you. I take that you're loving your new job?" "Of course I am" replied Michael rather sternly. "Now, I've got a proposition for you. I'm going to promote you to regional manager again! ... However, only if you do exactly as I say, and only answer to me." The offer seemed to good to be true. Michael would have his old life back (with the exception of being David's puppet) and he would be able to get his condo back. But Michael knew that this wasn't the right thing to do. Being the proud man that he is, he couldn't directly deny the offer and tell David that he wouldn't be a puppet. "What perks do I get?" Michael inquired. "Only the best kind. Retirement plans and medical coverage. All of which you lacked as a cleaning lady" David sneered. Michael knew that dental wasn't covered as a Dunder Mifflin employee. That was it! That was going to be why he denied the promotion! "What about teeth?" "What do you mean teeth?" David asked as his eye narrowed. "TEETH, David!! TEETH!!!"  yelled Michael as he pointed to his own teeth. Staring directly at Michael, "You know that Dunder Mifflin doesn't include dental coverage." "Then I'm going to have to deny your offer," Michael said as he walked out of David's office. 

The whole staff had been dead silent, staring at David's door, wondering what they could possibly be discussing. Everyone quickly shifted back to work as Michael had stormed out of the office. That's when everyone heard the old phrase that before, they all dreaded. Now, it was like a beacon of hope to them. "Everyone, I have an announcement." Michael was standing in front of them with his arms in the air. "We're getting out of here, and we're going to bring David Wallace to justice!" Everyone cheered. They didn't know why they were cheering, having already lost all hope, but something about Michael's short speech and how ludicrous it was gave them all comfort. That's when David stepped out of his office, "Nobody, and I mean nobody, is going to get out of here alive." David had set off the flood trigger from his office and the water was slowly rising. Everybody panicking, they didn't know what to do other than yell at Michael to do something. That's when it hit him. Michael knew that all of the fire alarms within the office were set up to not contact the fire department. But the hallway right outside the office, there was a fire alarm he could use. Using his elbow he broke the window on the main door, and reached out to pull the fire alarm. He heard a loud bang, and felt something whiz past his head. David had pulled out the revolver he kept in his desk and was aiming at Michael. "NOBODY IS GOING TO LEAVE THIS OFFICE!" he yelled. Turning back around to try and reach the fire alarm, Michael trusted that his colleagues would try and restrain David while he got the fire alarm. This was their only chance. Michael could not fail them.

[alekano]

The Facility

I woke up in a bunker that was all white, and extremely small. Blinking my eyes a few times to get adjusted to the light, I started putting on my uniform. Walking out into the hallway, I couldn't help but notice that everything was in a pristine and sterile state. 

I made my way down to the Cerebro Lab where inside I found a large white silicone tub that had several naked bodies sleeping inside of it. Or... they weren't really sleeping. They seemed to be in a sort of induced sleep, and they were all muttering nonsensical thing. A few of them shuddering as they said something. Out of nowhere, one of the women in the tub started to wake up. I had no idea what to do, these people weren't supposed to wake up by themselves. A scientist was supposed to be appointed to each one of them, and wake them up when they were ready for research. I felt a strong urge, no, a need to help this woman. I grabbed one of the white towels nearby and caught her in it as she almost fell from trying to climb out of the tub. She's covered in cold sweat and some sort of gel that I supposed had been used to regulate her body temperature. She kept asking me where she was, what she was doing here, and where the zombies were. I managed to get out of her that she was named Alice. That's when one of the scientists, Jean Grey, came in. She seemed surprised to see Alice out of the tub, sitting on a stool shivering. Her face, however, gently fell from surprised to pleased.She said that while she didn't expect Alice to get out by herself, she knew it was entirely possible and was hoping that she would. I tried to ask Jean several questions about what was going on, but she brushed me aside and escorted Alice out of the lab. That's when one of the emergency armory kits in the ceiling opened up revealing a set of twin pistols and several ammunition. A small security turret also came down as if to protect the kit from anyone getting near it. That's when I decided to take my leave.

As I was walking through the main courtyard, I noticed a group of people standing nervously in front of the reception desk. They were probably new comers, I thought. I heard a familiar voice complaining about why they were forced to come here. Looking over, I saw that the voice belonged to an old high school friend, Rosa. Ecstatic, I rushed over to her. This was the first time that I would actually know someone inside of the facility. This would give me a chance to talk to someone, and not just have to talk to myself. She, however, didn't seem as overjoyed to see me. My hug was not amiably returned. Instead she started pressing me with why she was here, why I was here, why anybody was here. I didn't know what to answer her. It had never occurred to me to question why we were here in this building. Why all of a sudden we were all part of some universal research project. Why I was never allowed to see the outside world. I left Rosa without saying anything, unable to comprehend how I just blindly followed this movement. 

A few days had passed, and I found Rosa again near the reception desk. She was in a school girl uniform and waited the metrobus to take her and the rest of the students to the facility's school. I went up to her, and she was not please to see me. I profusely began apologizing for having left her so suddenly without any answers. The metrobus was approaching and she blew me off saying that she didn't have time to listen to me. This was my only chance, I knew that if I was going to get out of here, I needed Rosa. I went up to her, and whispered so no one would here that I planned on getting out of here. She was skeptical at first, and in her face I could tell that she didn't know what to decide. The bus was about to leave, this was her moment to decide. Exasperated, she said, "Fine" and came with me, leaving the bus. As soon as we walked into the main hall, a Facility director came up to us absolutely furious. He pointed to the electronic board on the wall where the Facility had a record of "0 Unattended Day and 8,571 Attended Days" for students. As we looked, the number quickly changed to "1 Unattended Day." Rosa had broken the unbreakable record. We knew we were in some serious shit and ran for it. 

After several minutes, we lost our pursuers. Apologizing for what had happened, Rosa didn't seem to mind at all. She was actually laughing. This woman was going to actually help me escape. I asked her, "Do you know how to use a gun?" She laughed and replied sarcastically  "Do I know how to use a gun?" What was I thinking, of course she knew how to use a gun. I started leading her back to the Cerebro Lab. That's where our set of guns were. I forgot one crucial detail though. The security turret. We barely made it out of the lab as the turret had started shooting at us. Empty handed, we skulked through the hallways. That's when I saw Alice sitting on a bench. She cleaned up very nicely, and was wearing a lab coat. I assumed that she had previously been some sort of doctor or scientist before she had been put to sleep. Another doctor was approaching her, and I tried to grab her attention, but she brushed me aside. Desperately I begged for just a small word. Complying, I whispered into her ear, "I need to get into the Cerebro Lab." As if she knew exactly what I was planning, her face grew extremely stern. Looking directly at me, she gave a swift single nod.