In my dream, there’s something about being trapped in this mind controlled world like the Matrix. Everyone thinks they’re in a safe and happy world when in reality everything is controlled by a shadow government and we’re all slaves.

There’s something about me living in this building. Everything is white and black and very futuristic. So much technology I’ve never seen before.

There’s something about a friend I have, not a real life friend though. She’s a tomboyish computer hacker working against the government. She snaps me out of my matrix dream and makes me see what’s really going on. Our futuristic apartment complex is actually just one big room in the middle of a multi-level warehouse.

The room is surrounded by halls that run on for miles. They twist and turn and contain countless pieces of machinery that help control what we see and experience.

My friend and I go through practice drills on how to get out of the building to freedom without getting caught. After about five drills, it’s time.

My friend is nowhere to be found but some old biker dude, supposed to be an old 80’s rock star, is with me. He’s very lazy.

As we make it near the exit, I fall to my knees. I’m in terrible pain around my stomach. Suddenly (and embarrassingly) I have explosive diarrhea that isn’t even diarrhea. It’s my internal organs being ground up and forced out with a clear liquid. It keeps happening the more I move and I realize that the closer I get to freedom, the more it happens.

The old rock star stops moving and just sits there lazily. He doesn’t care if we get caught.

Suddenly I’m back in my room. I grab a handful of emergency underwear and run back out. We get to the same point near the exit when sections of our skin start oozing out thick black stuff like tar. We’re in horrible pain and I remember shouting “We have to get to a hospital!”

I can’t remember what happens afterwards.