Dream worlds bizzare

I woke up suddenly in some dream world so hideously bizarre. Everything seemed white and hallways were narrow and I was being wheeled on this wagon-liked bed, and for a second it had seemed like some type of hospitalized labyrinth or some shit. It was a hospital! Oh I was in a fucking hospital of course! But the question was how in the fuck did I get here?

Well judging on the way my guts stared at me all spilled out of my stomach like there wasn’t much to say. I was amazed in how little pain I felt though, in fact I couldn’t feel a goddamn thing. I sat back blood pooled over me, nurses in hot bloody pursuit stressed out like sweating so annoyingly. I wondered what drugs they would put me on? Or could you even feel the affects of pain killers when in shock? Well was I in shock or still dreaming? I then woke up next to some dead bum in between 2 dumpsters. Damn…

Now that I am awake and well adjusted into reality somewhat, I will start this off by saying, I am a 24 year old, somewhat narcoleptic, ill-functioning drug addict. Well euphoria addict in Technical terms. However the sad reality of this profession is that you will often find yourself in between dumpsters. The only strange part about the situation that I am in is that I’m not quite sure who this man is that’s currently sleeping on me. His eyes were bloodshot open and he smelled, no, wreaked of rotten eggs, and whiskey. His pulse was speechless, in fact his body seemed hollow. And he was heavy, and honestly the half of my body he was leaning on had seemed to not exist, in other words was completely numb. I tried to move but my malnourished body just would not let me. And so I stayed laying against that dumpster on one side, and that dead guy on the other, wondering where my world had gone. There was not even one half smoked cigarette on the ground for me. My world was in some strange slump in which I knew and realized meant that something was now bound to happen whether I liked it or not. For every slump drops quickly and inevitably. And all of a sudden… I woke up. This time however, I was a dust-mite, in some microscopic dust world so far fetched from humanity yet infesting all of its little corners unnoticed. I was under this humongous bed surrounded by other dust creatures in this city of dust so microscopic and un-important. And in this dust city underneath the bed, there had seemed to be no law or order of any sort, in fact, we are all so smothered in dust there is not much we could really do. It is quite overwhelming to be honest.

I woke up next to the dumpster once again… back in my humanized self. This time quite overwhelmed by my dream, and so I found strength to spiral up and off that dead guy. I wasn’t sure what to do with him really. So I emptied his pockets which consisted of a couple starbursts, change, and some kind of plastic thingy. I took the starbursts and went on my way, out of that stinking alley and out into the wreaking streets of Las Vegas. Where I have somehow found my forgetful self deep inside of. If only I could remember how I got here or why. Just why.

Just then a bird shit on my hair. I honestly felt no sense of uncleanliness for my entire right side smelled like dead homeless man already. So I stopped standing like some deranged lunatic and walked along the sidewalk. I smelt like shit no doubt, and my hair had bird shit smacked onto it. It was obviously bird shit and I was obviously trying nothing to cover it up. Many judgeful stares shot my way, but I didn’t really care for some reason, for I would be waking up any bleak second of a second…

The sky turned orange and in my eyes were hazefull. My perception seemed, different. Nature, even the world itself all around me seemed to be at its ripest and finest even on the greyest day as it was just a second ago. It then occurred to me that this world I was placed in, subconsciously, had to be a dream. Or at least bitter reality with some vivid lens over it making everything look-able. Everything was of color, even myself, for this world was one big portrait of myself anyway. I gave that no deeper thought and walked this world as I would walk any normal one, however, now knowing that I was in a dream, I could finally answer that question I’ve been asking myself far long before telling this meaningless story. That is, can you die in dreams?

There was this staircase in between 2 buildings with a tall fence blocking it, I was staring at it. I decided to climb up those 50 something flight of stairs in an instant, and when I got up to the top floor I looked over the edge at that beautiful dreamworld so bizarre and jumped off and splatted my watermelon head onto the sidewalk. My brain squirted out of my skull with the rest of my heads oozes. And slid straight into a sewer. Me, with my skull uncapped and a boost of some dream adrenaline, got up and chased after my brain as it fell down the sewer.

I never wanted this to happen, I can’t believe it. This was supposed to be my lucid dream in where I could do whatever I want, but here I am brainless, and all I wanted was to die. All I could think of to do now was… oh wait, how could I even think for anything with not a single brain…

I woke up in deja vu, and not a god forsaken idea of where I had been for the last few minutes. I was strapped into some hospital bed, in some deranged hospital room. A feeding tube was shoving food down my throat and some mechanical tools were holding my eyelids open. I was being forced to watch, “keeping up with the kardashians.”

At this point I knew they had beat me, and I would most likely never be able to escape from this one. But I’ll tell you, honestly, the show really wasn’t that bad. In fact, it had even trickled a smile and even a chuckle out of me as my eyes burned watching it. It truly was, pretty damn good. And for the first couple weeks, I actually enjoyed sitting there, feeding tube penetrating my throat, pissing and shitting whenever I wanted like an infant man-baby, watching the kardashians. But after that third week, I came to the dreadful conclusion that I was now in fully nightmarish, completely unwatered down, Hell.