Trapped in a Mental Hospital

Date: 8/1/2019

There was a mental heath facility that was heralded one of the best in the world, and I was stuck there. It wasn’t really a mental health facility at all, but the outside world didn’t know that. In fact, I was tortured day and night by a group of sadistic people. They played tricks with us and broke us down. They hurt us, physically and emotionally. They murdered us. Sometimes, someone would try and help us escape, and we would go along with it, only to find out it was all set up and another one of their games. It was hell. I was one of the only ones who continued to try and escape, because whenever they would catch us, and they did, it was unimaginable torture. Eventually, with some help from this one lady (who was kind of a cross between my mom and the Boss from metal gear), I escaped the facility and made the true colors of it known to the outside world. This entire thing was a highly-publicized event. They created a museum dedicated to this torture house where it stood, and I was called a hero. The dream concluded with me going to the museum, a good 5 to 10 years after the entire ordeal. The other patrons there recognized me, whispering to each other when they saw me. It was traumatic being in the same place where we were hurt like that, but I had to go back.