Weirdest dream I ever had:
I went on a field trip as a kid, on board were kids from my elementary school mixed with unfamiliar faces. We traveled to a familiar looking town, a mix of Italian and Croatian orange and white buildings eroding due to the passage of time. I got separated from the larger group and I stuck with a clique of familiar faces. We talked and walked around town, but eventually one of them told the group we are lost. Against my will, the group separated to find the bus, and I wasn't quick enough to find a partner. Now I am walking trough the city and night is coming. Tears build up and fear overcomes me because the city was devoid of people. I cried and shouted for someone, anyone, to help me. Shortly though, I found my mother and step father standing on ceramic tiles near a port overlooking the lake. I hugged them and begged to go home. Home was in that city, despite not being the actual city I lived in, and a door on the second floor revealed the familiar look of my apartment. I went into my sisters room and realized it's empty. Laying down in the comfort of my bed, I fell asleep.
I woke up tied up by leather restraints in a hospital. A faceless doctor wearing a medical mask told me he is going to inflict unimaginable pain upon me. I panicked and wriggled out of my bindings, shoving the doctor aside and running dressed in a patient robe, with my behind exposed. I was in a hospital, and despite nurses trying to calm me down, I continued to panic and run towards the exit. I prayed bystanders to help me, that I am in danger and clearly need help. Nobody helped me, one person even called the police. My plight was met by expressions of disgust and concern, fear even. Behind me the faceless doctor was yelling "stop him! Grab him!"
Continuing to run, police sirens blared around me. I was tempted to stop an officer, but to my horror I realized they are most likely going to return me to the hospital, so I ran into a huge brutalist apartment complex. Most doors were locked, except for one on the higher floors. Sitting on the floor towards the door I tried my best to compose myself.
To the right of me, a door opened revealing a disheveled looking man with a mean look in his eyes, he told me if I want to stay I need to do some work, and that he has clients coming. I understood the implications of this and tried to run, but he stopped me by stepping between me and the exit brandishing a gun, pointing it right at me. He told me this is not a choice, and I need to comply. Two elderly women way beyond their prime came in, the clientele. They gave the money to the man and undressed. Seeing no other option I did the deed with one, then the other. The first woman did not say a word during the whole ordeal, but the other one had a comment... the comment being "That was the worst sex I've ever had in my life."
Utterly broken, tired and humiliated, I lay down on a dirty bed in one of the rooms while the man who pimped me out was sitting in the kitchen area. I fall asleep trying to escape my current circumstance. I laid there for a while until an alarm sounded, and I woke up. For real this time. It was 6AM and time for work.
