I'm stuck in some sort of home, with supervisors who are very strict and were assholes.
It was late evening and the house was of a contemporarily-renovated 1950s design. We were in the living area, the atrium was in front of us, and the kitchen was beside us. The outside deck was behind us, although I never saw it. I knew there was a table out there. (See Fig. I for clarification)I was eating in the kitchen and one of the women supervisors comes in and scolds me for eating in the kitchen and that we're supposed to only eat on the outside table.
The next morning I decided I had enough, so I took out a knife (I think, or maybe it was a pencil) and murdered the supervisors. Then I went into the office to the left of the atrium and killed the people in there too. They looked like college students, and they were working on a project. I killed them too. One of them laughed when my pencil broke on their chest, so I used all my strength to ram the dull pencil into his heart. He let out a noise that I can't quite describe. It was a quiet noise. I may have gone upstairs and killed people as well, but it's fuzzy.
Of course I get into trouble for this, but I don't remember seeing police. The next thing I remember is being talked to by someone. They told me that the people in the office were working on a project that would have saved lives or something. I felt very remorseful.
I tried to walk into Student Government the next day. They were convening in a big church thing (
Fig. II). It was on the side of a much larger stone courtyard that I didn't get a great look at. The courtyard was depressed into the ground by a good 10 feet compared to the buildings around it. The church itself had a big stained glass window, but I could see the people through it.
They looked at me when I walked out the door of a building adjacent to the church. I had forgotten what I had done momentarily, but I immediately realized why they were looking at me oddly. I walked into the church looking at my feet and sat way way far up in the pews (
Fig. III). Student Government was meeting in the back of the church. The rest of the church had a few people in it, but when I sat down as far as I could from everyone, someone came and insisted they move back away from me. I felt shittier than I have ever felt. A man sat down next to me. He was in his 60s and had a bearded face. He looked like a biker. I was aware that he was someone who helped me get food or helped me stay out of trouble or something like that. I nod to him and look up to the altar to see someone start to speak.
I go through the scenario in my head of what I'd say to the people in Student Government. I felt as if I'd been away a long time. Maybe I wasn't even a Senator anymore. I said aloud "But this is my Student Government", almost tearing up.
I am aware that I murdered more than 20 people. This is my life now. I'm a murderer. I want to kill myself too. I ask people to kill me. They tell me to do it myself. It's a nightmare.
Suddenly, as I start to wake up, I audibly ask myself "Wait, has this been a dream the entire time?" I am shocked and relieved.
