Weird Hunger Games

Date: 5/1/2020

I had a strange, hunger games like dream. It started with me waking up in a small, weird area. The main room was about twelve or so feet wide, maybe fourteen long. The walls were blank white with the occasional smudge, the ceiling was made up of solid tiles, and the floor was a similar tile material as the ceiling but smoother. There were two short sofas against the back wall, separated by a little wooden desk with a tiny lamp bolted down to it, permanently lit. Against one wall were a few cheap plastic chairs. There was a little hallway- maybe seven feet long max- that led from the front of that room to a locked metal door, with a ‘window’ made of bars near the top. On both sides of the middle of the hallway were doorways that led to two other identical rooms. They were square rooms, almost the same size as the main one back behind the hall where I originally woke up. They had simple metal tables bolted to the floor, kind of short too, with those cheap plastic chairs all around them. There were one or two bookshelves on the walls but they were almost entirely empty; what they had wasn’t worth picking up. A few short stubby crayons, a magazine from three years ago, some old book nobody cared about which was so faded it was impossible to read. That sort of stuff. I woke up to find a few other kids in the room with me. They were all around my age although a few were younger, twelve being the youngest (a little boy with an attitude who insisted his age didn’t make him any different from the rest of us- and I mean hey, it’s not like I disagreed). There were two boys and one girl I remember in particular. The one boy was exactly my age, had slightly darker skin than mine, and messy black hair that blocked his vision so badly I wondered how he could even see. He had a very mischievous smile and wore the same outfit as the rest of us- what looked like fitted hospital scrubs, complete with those strange blue slippers and gloves. I could see a scar on his upper arm, half hidden by his sleeve. The second boy was pale, had flat, neatly combed blonde hair, and was much more serious. At the same time though, he was very calm and collected, and quite chill. He was a trustworthy person, and the type who knew everything he could know about where we were- warning people what and what not to do, what was happening, and even helping to calm down some of the more scared kids. He was older than me and had a tattoo of a bird on his forearm. The girl was my age, had dirty blonde hair falling to her chest, which was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was one of the strongest kids in the room, which was made obvious before she even had to prove it by her muscles (she claimed it was “just from the martial arts classes” she did religiously, although that didn’t make us less impressed. If anything I was more impressed after learning she was also capable of kicking ass). She was calmer but also a little hot headed at times, mostly she handled the situation like the second boy though. The kids told me their names and we went through introductions and stuff, and then we all talked about what was really happening. The blonde boy had been the first to wake up, and everyone else here had been in the room at the same time, just passed out. That meant that we had no idea who had brought us here or anything. Us kids were the only ones we knew of here. I mentioned I could hear talking sometimes and everyone quieted down. I could just barely hear talking, very muted, but the other kids said they couldn’t hear anything. I shrugged and said I had good ears. The kids also said that the metal door was locked, nobody could get it open- even the strong girl. I ask if there’s anything we could pick the lock with just because I kind of know how to pick locks- it’s a long story but basically I had a spy obsession as a kid- but the kids say there’s nothing that comes even close. The crayon is the only actual item in the room, and it’s fat and triangular like it’s meant for preschoolers. We talk some more and learn that we’re from all different states- I’m from Maryland, the girl’s from New York (explains why she talks the way she does, I think), the mischievous boy’s from Washington, and the blonde boy is from Alaska. There are kids from all over the US, although none from other countries. In total we only have thirteen or some kids, but it feels a bit crowded because of the size of the room. The littler kids cram onto the couches while the older kids, including me, stand, forming a circle to talk in. We decide that if we’re in hospital wear, we must be here for some important reason- even if it’s not a legal important reason, the hospital wear made it seem like a bigger deal. I also point out that a lot of things are bolted down, just like in some hospitals and stuff; they had proofed the room in some sort of way, but as to why- and who they were proofing it from in the first place, since nobody here was that dangerous- was a mystery. This just furthers the point that it all is a big deal. The problem is, nobody can remember how they got here. The stories are all the same: one moment, we were going about our daily lifestyles. We went to go to sleep- a few kids were going to bed, others just napping, and one kid even just fell asleep in the back of class- and when we woke up we were here. We didn’t have any injuries that we could find, no signs of needles or anything, and mischievous boy looked around at everyone but apparently, we didn’t show the signs of being chloroformed or anything either. And we hadn’t eaten or drank anything that would suggest we’d all been drugged that way. I say that there are ways to erase certain memories now, and that that may have happened; or perhaps we WERE drugged or chloroformed or something, just while we slept, and maybe it’d been a longer time than we’d thought. A long enough time for any signs to wear off. The blonde boy agrees that it had probably just been longer than it seemed like. I tried to place a time and date but couldn’t really remember one, neither could anyone else. We sit and talk a bit, get to know each other and whatnot. Later in the dream the door opens and what looks like a mix of a guard and a nurse comes in, silent, handing out trays of food and drink. Then he leaves. An hour later he comes back and collects it. A few hours pass by and we grow restless. Then a man comes in and explains things to us, and takes us to a different room. As we’re walking I notice a bunch of wrong things. The doors are all locked, and look like the same rooms as ours, only it’s silent. There’s nobody talking anywhere. The clocks are all stopped. Nurses stare as we pass. One time we pass a room where we hear screaming. The man moves us by quickly but I’m at the back of the line. I see a boy being dragged from the room by a nurse/guard. He’s missing a leg- literally, no prosthetic or anything, his leg is cut at the knee and spurting blood everywhere. The nurse drags him into another room, and when the door slams shut the kid’s screams cut off. There’s a trail of fresh blood on the ground. When at the new room I tell the other kids that I think this is a real life hunger games. We all get worried and try to escape. However soon we end up packed onto a truck-like vehicle by armed guards, and the driver happily tells us that we’re lucky to be riding in such a high tech vehicle. She complains that it’s difficult to maneuver; there are two buttons that are advanced, one which boosts the speed to an immediate 300 MPH, and another which turns the vehicle immediately and sharply. She says it’s hard to time it all right and not crash. We pass by forests and fields and buildings and are all mostly praying that this woman doesn’t crash. The dream ends there.