Don't Trust the Server

Date: 10/31/2019

Eating with my boyfriend in restaurant. The server is a little weird. Boyfriend, feeling unsafe, has to leave. When he does, the server sits down next to me, chatting. The server is WEIRD. There is more to this than he is letting. I feel trapped in the conversation and unsafe, like a bird whose way out of their cage is blocked by a cat. I text my bf to let me know what address he winds up at, so I can join him. As my phone lights up with his response, the server picks up my phone and reads the address. I now don't know where he is, and can't warn him I'm not on my way there, but someone else is. -- I'm in a huge facility. It's pretty much abandoned. Lights on, but very creepy. The server guy and his medical friend are coming to the place to get me. Great. I start searching for a solution, exploring the building as I go. Somehow my mom appears in the space. think I may have texted her to come. We walk into a room with a big hot tub and torn apart gym equipment. As I walk around, I notice a doll head is watching me, full on moving its eyes. No, that can't be. I walk closer to the doll, then walk from left to right. It is indeed moving its eyes. I feel very uneasy. It must be Them. They are watching. And they must be close. I tell my mom we have to leave. We go up lots of stairs; I run and run, taking steps two at a time up a spiral staircase. Mum is struggling to climb. We go up one too many flights of stairs and it gets dark, shrouded by trees. It still isn't the top, but it feels like the second top floor. Frantically, I send us back down. They arrive. They're on the other side of the door. I peak through the door and see doctors, the press, Heddy; everyone but my girlfriend. A press video flashes before my eyes, showcasing a navy blue bus with white braille on it. They want to take me back to the school for the Visually Impaired. I can see fine!! I hug my mom and cry. They burst through the door. I am hysterical. They take me. -- I sit in a bleak, stark white room, reading the newspaper, my eyes scanning an article on education. I am suppose to be in this article. They'd emailed me about it and everything. I am not in the article. Mum is, for having been a teacher, been in the education system, and now dedicating her life to the Arts, after seeing how screwed up the education system is. There is no mention of me at all. Have I ceased to exist?