MOTHER OF GOD WHAT.
This is one of the reasons I dread going to sleep: my overactive imagination coupled with my whacked out subconscious never cease to fail me in concocting the most mind-boggling dreams ever. After a series of decidedly bloody (and realistic) nightmares about my killing some people in agonisingly complex ways ala Saw, today my brain decided to mash-up elements from every single movie I've ever watched in a friggin' awesome dream that would have been awesome if I wasn't experiencing it first-hand.
Set in a pleasantly dystopic setting, I found myself amidst a Matrix-esque society where everyone was quite literally "plugged into a grid". Unlike the Matrix, though, the entire society was in actuality an asylum for the mentally ill, the individuals hooked up to this virtual reality were simulating what it was like to be "sane". Of course, like any good story with dystopic elements, some of us were, perhaps, wrongfully incarcerated and some of us sought to break free from the holds of our mighty overlords. I became self-aware at some point and escaped, albeit briefly. But during my short freedom, I think I made it to a place where no one would be willing to rat me out for some reason.
I was anxious, terrified, confused. I could scarcely differentiate between the artificial life that I had been living in my head and that of the "real" world. My mind was a mass of images, sounds and memories of terrifying experimentations which contributed to my nerve-wrecked state. I didn't have to deal with this long, however, as my captors soon retrieved me, and for some reason, I let them, despite having waited for so damned long to be free of them.
I was brought to this room, where there was a series of strange contraptions-- one of which looked like a bizarre ride of some sort. One doctor was matched up to one patient in each seat. I was paired up with a happy-looking young lady who I felt compelled to stab in the face-- but, alas, she managed to stick it to me first.
And then: scene change. I was riding pillion on a kickass motorbike with some person (gender unspecified) I didn't even know, towards the sunset. What is this? I think I said. The other person replied something in gibberish and I think some long and complex conversation went on here, before we reached an uncannily familiar house. Just then, an inexplicable pain hit me and I was screaming and running down through the halls of the asylum being chased by irate doctors and nurses. I was hysterical and trying to escape yet again, but this time I was accosted and handled fairly easily than that first time. They strapped me into a seat, with a young guy doctor by my side and injecting me full of drugs. The drugs paralysed me, and effectively "trapped" me within my own mind. Despite the pain and hysteria, I couldn't even scream. It was more terrifying the more I observed things and panicked and realised that I couldn't even fucking bat my eyelids.
Eventually hooked up again, I found myself inexplicably floating in darkness, as the world collapsed around me amidst screams of "No!!!!" in the background from our handlers as something large and dark began to attack the virtual landscape. Did this mark our salvation? Or was it our doom?
I didn't get to find out-- I woke up. D: