by agoraoptera on Fri Mar 28, 2014 10:21 pm
Had this dream, it was so macabre that it almost felt like a nightmare..
I was in this small town, it seemed idyllic and nice, and I was a resident there. But under the niceness, things just felt vaguely off. People who went too far in disobeying the.. someone. Some vague higher-ups that everyone knows but never talks about. Whenever someone goes too far against the whoever they are, they'd vanish. I stumbled across the corpse of one such girl in the woods, her insides spilling over the floor of an abandoned cable car. The town was on some sort of mountaintop-ish thing.
I saw people get taken away. Until suddenly, my time had come. The sheriff, a nice guy I knew, gently brought me to the prison. I sat at the waiting area where visitors wait, and I picked up this sort of paper magazine, which was a sort of... town paper? But also a sort of periodical for the whatever shadowy organisation that really ruled us. This was the part from where it just went fucking crazy for me.
So I flipped through the periodical, it wasn't very long. News about the town, the sort of propaganda you'd expect in this sort of 1984 situation. Then I flipped all the way to the end, then I found that on the last page, I could flip out another page (cos it's like those sort of A4-sized newsletters). I can't remember what it was, but it talked about something within some level of the organisation. Then I flipped again. And again. And again. And it kept going on. No matter how much I tried to thumb out all the pages, there were always more I could pry out from the end.
The worst thing was, if I tried to quickly rush through and not see each flipped out page, if I tried to flip to the end, the pages I'd look at would be right from the start of the 'normal' newsletter, the original section. Then it'd continue on into the so-called hidden section and I'd have to read through everything all over again.
I can't give any specifics, but there was this overall atmosphere of gloating and mockery directed at me. For example, there was a column that had a list of the levels (how deep it went through the mountain, I think) illustrated in an overblown manner like something you'd see in kid's magazine diagrams. Then there was this page where I flipped to and it just read "You've reached the end. Well done." or something along those lines, but then I could pull out another goddamned page and the next page was all "No, I'm serious, this is the end" and it continued in this vein for the next few pages.
It took forever, but I eventually reached the end, where I couldn't pry out any more pages. With my fingers stuck between several pages, I held up the periodical and it was so fucking thick it wasn't possible and then the sheriff, who'd been very kindly about things and sort of on my side against.. someone who was there but wasn't and was from the organisation, suddenly snapped. His entire manner changed, as if he was one of them now, and he took me outside where it was dark, and told me that I needed to be hanged.
I think it was the psychological pressure from the newsletter; by this time, I was thankful for anything that gave me some reprieve. I wanted to be hanged and went along with him willingly.
There was something about entering his car, and then I finally broke out of the dream, with a horrible tension in my chest and near-trembling, but not quite. Micro-shivers.
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