The dream I am going to tell you today has for context an old factory, a revolution, fights and a big hospital, based on a survivor horror game with stealth. This one wasn't linear, as it usually is. The plot has logic, but it took severall turns. This time I'm experimenting with a new way of writing, don't be surprised. I will tell you a summary so as not to get repetitive and confused, starting with where I was.
When a dream starts exactly we never know, but I realized that I was in a very old-looking hospital, maybe 150 years ago. My "husband" was in front of me - which is very strange because it looked nothing like anyone I remembered. He was ill, apparently due to work at the chemical factory he worked for. The dream was in the first person, so I didn't see how I looked, but I looked like I had a long, round dress covering my feet. I was very worried because the man in front of me was spitting blood in his coughs. The hospital and factory building were side by side, surrounded by a high wall and a huge wooden gate.
From that scene, we jumped into a mess in the courtyard. Several people shouting and trying to break into the buildings. From a sunny afternoon we passed into the middle of a very cold night, with clouds in the sky. I was inside, in the courtyard near the factory, waiting for the gate to burst and that bunch of people to fall on me. Suddenly, several men appeared inside, too, shooting people outside,using cannons. I was asked for help to reload the giant iron cannon beside me with cannonballs, but I thought it best to find a way to escape.
Looking through the side of the wall, I found a hole, small, but big enough for my husband and I to escape.When I ran back outside the mob and up the hospital stairs, I saw the entrance was destroyed and the lights were out, as well as some fires. The situation had already arrived there and I needed to be careful. I heard people on the other side of the corridor shouting and the sound of a thud hitting someone. I thought some people broke into the hospital to kill the patients who were there.
I went up as quietly as I could to my husband who wasn't even there anymore. They looked through all the dorms and I had to hide in several places. Like in games. A latino woman dressed as a punk appeared and tried to hit me with a baseball bat.
I managed to deflect awkwardly. I ran downstairs with 5 or 6 people shouting after me, who would kill me, hit my head. They came down the stairs jumping right behind me. I managed to get to the entrance. Everything was on fire and somehow they caught fire right there.
Jumping back into the courtyard, there was a widespread riot there and I was very confused, jumped over the wall to avoid the mess of the gate and woke up as soon as I hit the floor.
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