I had a nightmare. I was being forcibly pulled through what looked to be a mental hospital. Aside from the orderlies and what appeared to be a couple doctors, there was also a large number of armed guards. Everything was absolutely covered in white. It smelled so unpleasantly sterile. I can't explain it.
We came to a big door that itself led to a huge room that seemed filthy and had dim lighting. A strange series of machines circled the center of the room. Looking at the machines, I saw people sitting in a chair in front of each one. Their heads were tilted as far as back the positioning would allow. Their foreheads were strapped to the machine. Their eyes were covered. Their mouths were tongueless and being held open with strange wires. As I was led to an empty seat, I noticed something else. Each and every person in there is missing their arms and legs. As this horrible vision sinks in, I notice the noise - they were all making these horrible noises. Some sounded like they were attempting to scream, others sounded as if they were gently sobbing, and a small few just seemed to be trying to speak.
I am fastened into my chair. I realize all the chairs have arm and leg straps. Of course, mine are the only ones being used. I realize this does not bode well, but I still fail to panic. It's not sinking in.
A young doctor approaches me. His skin is a sallow gray, and, yet another time I'm sure of more than just the shade of something, his bright green eyes contrasted sharply with the rest of his form. He seems to be experiencing a very thick nosebleed. He leans in to me and tells me to stay as still as possible. For some reason, I oblige. He reaches into a pocket on his jacket as if he's about to pull out something, but he freezes. He pulls his hand out and leans even closer to me. He's about to say something, but a thick, black glob of drool falls out of his mouth. He starts to make choking sounds. For a minute, it appears as if he's about to vomit, but he seems to swallow it back down. He recomposes himself, but something else is going wrong. His eyes - they were being pushed out of his skull. He made that awful wailing sound I heard in my other dream as both of his eyes slid out of place, that thick, black liquid forcing them out.
His face erupts.
The liquid sort of slowly pushes parts of his head out. His head has completely ruptured. His body, seeming to be its own sentient entity, starts moving around in spasms. In a combination of scooting and crawling across the floor in a jerky, uncoordinated manner, it takes leave of the room.
As it leaves, I can hear it scream a question to me. Even though the question is garbled and slurred, I still recognize it. It's a familiar one.
I wake up.
The waking day itself would've been mostly normal until I encountered a series of black handprints leading from my kitchen floor into the basement after getting home from work. Following it, I found an audio cassette in the basement. I had completely forgotten to look for the things.
I played it in an old tape player of mine. The first five minutes is audio of what sounds like wind rustling through trees and someone nearby breathing heavily. After those five minutes, you can hear car doors slamming closed in the distance and people talking. After a minute or so, the voices fade away. The other twenty-some minutes are exactly like the first five.
Sam's girlfriend told to call me he'd be getting home sometime Sunday afternoon. I'm interested in how that will go.
Greg will be answering questions asked by readers of the journal tomorrow night. If you have a question for him, address it to him and post it in the comments for this entry.