A Really Beautiful Nightmare

Date: 11/30/2016

The first three paragraphs happen simultaneously. I am getting dressed and ready while my room is being rebuilt to amazing degree and my brother is spoilt by some rich family who didn't want me. The last paragraph happens after these or in another time line and story. My brother wanted to be driven by car to the road to take the bus. He had been accustomed to a certain lifestyle now. He was being raised by rich people who paid extraordinary amounts of money for absurd things. They were having trouble arranging the bus to pick him up tho, and it was odd because they had so much money you think it would be easy to get him to school. But it wasn't and after they had gone to all that trouble still he insisted on being driven down the driveway instead of walking. I didn't much like this rich family. I kept dressing to leave, for a long hike or something. It would take a year or a lifetime. I literally kept packing and repacking. Dressing. Doing my hair. Getting ready. It felt scary, like it was overly important I do it right, or I was being ordered to do it against my will and there was some threat involved, either threat to leave or threat if I left. I might have been packing a car as well. There was a construction worker who was building a room. He was building it high tech past high tech and more into future tech, he literally economized everything. This single room could be anything I wanted. And he was building it for me, and making fun of me while he did it. Asked me how much wood I owned in my collection. Laughed and had dismissed me before he even heard my answer. I had mentioned I was building something too and I was tending an orchard, well huge garden box really, of wooden planks. He insulted me because my wooden planks weren't cut perfectly and were jagged on the ends of the newer ones, well jagged all over really. The last thing he rebuilds is the desk area. Apparently he could make it so by just sitting there I could had a mental feed of any information I needed while I worked. Everything he rebuilt was white and future minimalist looking. There was a tiny spiral staircase leading up to something. I was out with a friend. I think. I woke up next to some strange woman, a skinny thing with short brown hair, white porcelain skin, thin as a druggie, half dressed. Well barely dressed. She was lying next to me on the floor, herself propped up against the cabinet. She woke up and had no idea who she was, I didn't really know her either but I kept trying to calm her because she started to freak out, literally. Accused me of molesting her in one breath, then going off on how she didn't know me in the next, and then demanding I leave. I eventually couldn't calm her crazy, trying only made it worse because she was basically naked except for a white shirt thing that had ridden up, everytime I tried to calm her I ended up grabbing her thigh or something inappropriate and could be misconstrued, so I walked out the front door only to find a baby lying in the hallway, in this red jumper once set thing. It was just lying on the dirty floor out in the hallway. It was a dingy old apart building, I was either in an apartment next to my friends apartment and we had been spending time there, or they all shared the same. And a friend of mine and her mother were asleep on a palette in the room right over. My friend was in a straight jacket, and wasn't asleep, her coloring so similar to the strange woman well girl really. My friends hair was longer tho, she was important to me and familiar, a girlfriend, friend, roommate, something that made my heart ache with fondness and attachment. The mother was ginger haired, curly. And she never moved. She was sleeping. I rushed over to my friend and asked her, she was wide eyed as if having a psychotic fit, or at least afraid, if her sister had DID, multiple personality disorder, and she said no she only has schizophrenic delusions. Then I turned around and the strange girl was in the doorway, with three lamps in her hand, heavy metal things, old fashioned, two were full sized, one was smaller and maybe plastic but looked the same as the others. Her eyes looked dead, circles round them pronounced, and she swayed like a ghost or a druggie, the florescent lights lit her from behind and to the right were shadows and the hallway light flooded in from the left and her feet and the floor were illuminated. It was the most haunting and brilliant horror scene a movie artist couldn't do better. My friend in the straight jacket stared at her sister in horror, at the lamps, and said, well mouthed really, "I'm going to have to watch." I felt odd that she had given up that quick and I assessed the situation really fast and started for the metals lamps first, hoping to get them away, or least one before she hit me and knocked me out.