lonely room

Date: 11/21/2017

I had a dream one of my arms was cut off from my body and put in front of me. I was in a small empty white room with nothing but a speaker built into the wall behind me and a table in front of me. my severed arm was placed on top of the table, and there was a knife laying right next to it. the speaker started making these weird static noises for about half a minute or so, and after a while I started hearing a man talk to me. he greeted me with much cheer, and told me I had to spend the rest of my life in this small room with no exit. the thought of him still brings a chill down my spine. the man's voice sounded very enthusiastic -- he sounded as if he was some sort of game show host, and he laughed in between his sentences. I didn't like that laugh. the man told me that if I ever wanted to leave the room, I would have to grab the knife placed in front of me and slit my severed arm's wrist. of course, i refused to and tried to argue with him -- hell, I tried to upset him by calling him harsh words, but he remained cheerful. in the happiest tone, he called me useless, weak, and a cowardly piece of shit. after what seemed like days of frustration, I decided to get it over with and do what he wanted me to do. when I cut the arm's wrist open, a fountain of blood sprinkled out. even though the arm wasn't attached to me anymore, I started feeling dizzy. I fell back, confused as fuck, and passed out. as my vision faded to black, I heard the man on the speaker's voice. he cackled obnoxiously and that was the last muffled sound I heard.