I walked down the hallway, peering into rooms, some of which held two peoples, others had no curtains. I smiled at everyone and nodded hello, but I know I appeared nervous because meeting new people makes me jittery. Everyone was dirty, smelly, but there was a rawness about the way the moved and talked that made me intruiged.
I continued down the hallway and stepped into the lavatory. It was a huge mess. There was paper towels and toilet paper scattered on the floor. Water was leaking from pipes, and there were huge puddles of brown water and who knows what else. Many of the toilets were clogged and growing mold. A girl or young woman stood at the sink, fixing her hair.
"Does anyone ever clean?" I asked politely.
"Eh... naw. Too much to worry 'bout plus we don't have any cleaning stuff. Costs too much money. You new here, aren't you?" She replied warmly.
"Yeah," I said. I decided to try and get money so we could clean this place up.
After this point, the dream became a little more surreal. A man came over with a bunch of kids and we played pool. But something weird was going on with the balls, so they were doing stuff like stacking on each other.
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fasinating. i have had dreams like this, where it is realistic (somewhat) and then all of a sudden, i turn bright blue and can't talk anymore. weird.
lol, that is weird. I woke up from this dream with the feeling that I had died and come back.
Whenever I have a dream about dying, I usually feel content when I wake up. *shrug*
huh...whenever i have a dream about dying, i wake up contemplative.
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