Lucidity: somewhat lucid. I was at some kind of family dinner party. I think it was Christmas, or Thanksgiving, but I don’t recall any decorations around the house. It might have been Christmas though, I do remember bright present boxes. I was not familiar with the house I was in—it was a sty. I was sitting on the couch and tried to change the channel for the TV, but couldn’t find the remote. I assumed it would be stuck between the sofa seats, so I reached in with my hands but instead of a remote I got a handful of rotten food. It was disgusting. I decided I didn’t want to eat anything that was at the dinner table. I guess I got bored—there was nothing for me to do, so I opened a door and hoped for something else.
Next thing I recall is being in this three-storey building. The first floor was empty—I flew up all the way to the third floor. There was this narrow hallway at the top of a set of stairs. There were two security guards, both speaking Russian. They wore grey trench coats with some kind of stitched red logos. One was a male and one was female. They kept on talking—it was as if I was invisible. I looked past them, into the room they’re guarding. There’s this giant TV screen that showed the weirdest shit, similar to that torture sequence from Clockwork Orange. A bunch of people were being tortured and killed, mixed in with random government propaganda. Past the screen are cookie-cutter style office blocks, with women sitting motionless in their office chairs, each in front of a smaller screen that showed the same creepy stuff. The two security guards turned to look at the TV screen, and laughed.
I went down to the second floor and met up with a friend. I can’t remember his face, though, so I had no idea who he was. The second floor turned out to be a narrow, cluttered convenience store. I entered, but then I saw NR crouched down and shushed me, mouthing the words, “Shut the fuck up.” I didn’t understand why but I did what I was told, so did my friend. We waited in silence for what seemed like a long time. Out of nowhere NR threw us this thin metal rod, no bigger than my pinky. It looked like a needle, but it had the thickness of a toothpick. My companion and I looked at each other, not knowing what to do. JN appeared at the stairs from the third floor, and looked at me. NR motioned for her to leave. She ran back up the stairs.
I took a piece of paper and wrote NS a note, not knowing what’s going on. Before I could finish the first word, someone rolled out this one aisle in a rolling chair. It was NR, which made no sense to me. There were two NRs. The guy on the rolling chair looked exactly like ND except he carried a gun. The two NRs locked eyes, and the one with the gun shot the one that was crouched next to me. I didn’t hear a gunshot but I knew NR was dead. I grabbed the thin metal rod, and it came apart to two pieces. I figured it was some kind of dart? I threw it at the NR with a gun, but missed. I didn’t know what to do so I started running into another aisle. NR’s gun followed. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my leg. My whole body vibrated, and went cold. My vision blurred and darkened to black. I quickly woke up.