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Night Terror
**Bear in mind, I had this dream about a month or two before the first supposed case of Covid-19 was reported in China.**
In the heart of an oppressively cramped hospital, where each room cradles a dozen patients atop bunk beds, I find myself perched on the highest bunk, gazing out a window. The night, cloaked in darkness, holds a deceptive tranquility, yet an unsettling aura hangs in the air. My gaze is drawn to the window's edge, revealing how the hospital sat atop a perilous plateau, leading to a vast, moonlit lake far below.
Within this claustrophobic space, doctors move in a somber routine, attending to patients with methodical precision. Yet, beneath their veneer of care, a sinister undertone lurks. Patients receive injections, only to succumb to violent illness moments later, their bodies swiftly removed by the silent attendants.
A sense of dread grips me as I observe this macabre ritual repeat itself, each victim a pawn in a chilling scheme. Beside me, a fair-haired girl shares my mounting horror, her panic mirroring my own. When the needle is inevitably offered, she resists fiercely before relenting, subdued by its venomous contents.
As the last remaining target, I brace for the inevitable, my heart pounding in fearful anticipation. Suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the oppressive silence, signaling chaos. Red lights pulse in time with my frantic heartbeat as the medical staff scatter, leaving us alone in the room.
My...
In the heart of an oppressively cramped hospital, where each room cradles a dozen patients atop bunk beds, I find myself perched on the highest bunk, gazing out a window. The night, cloaked in darkness, holds a deceptive tranquility, yet an unsettling aura hangs in the air. My gaze is drawn to the window's edge, revealing how the hospital sat atop a perilous plateau, leading to a vast, moonlit lake far below.
Within this claustrophobic space, doctors move in a somber routine, attending to patients with methodical precision. Yet, beneath their veneer of care, a sinister undertone lurks. Patients receive injections, only to succumb to violent illness moments later, their bodies swiftly removed by the silent attendants.
A sense of dread grips me as I observe this macabre ritual repeat itself, each victim a pawn in a chilling scheme. Beside me, a fair-haired girl shares my mounting horror, her panic mirroring my own. When the needle is inevitably offered, she resists fiercely before relenting, subdued by its venomous contents.
As the last remaining target, I brace for the inevitable, my heart pounding in fearful anticipation. Suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the oppressive silence, signaling chaos. Red lights pulse in time with my frantic heartbeat as the medical staff scatter, leaving us alone in the room.
My...
