I and two other people were being thrown in a compactor room, where we were to be squished. The room had a red brick floor, and a giant mantle on the wall near the entrance. Metal and wiring was all over the room, and the other walls were vague.
At first, I would run, jumping over a tangle of wires and metal and escape the room, then evading our captors. However, after a while, a brick-and-mortar wall appeared blocking the exit.
After that I and another prisoner sat on stools and watched a tv show. He had the ability to remotely control the tv with his finger, although he couldn't turn it to the previous channel. He told me to lie down on the stool, so we'd appear normal if they had a security camera installed, and I did so.
The next time I was thrown in I dashed up a bunch of metal and stood on the mantle, dashing around before I killed myself as others had done from that height.
At around this point, a third person, who I knew, was thrown in as well. The one who had turned the tv on dashed up a stairway recessed in the back of the room and I followed him, calling out to the last prisoner.
The room was empty when I entered it, but the window was open. I ran to it and opened a corner of the screen, urging the other prisoner still in the room out before I jumped our too after pondering where would be the safest to land. I had closed the window after me.
We all landed in a tree, and after a few moments I rolled out of it to the ground. The first prisoner, now appearing to be a girl, appeared safely as well, but the last one was yelling and screaming. We agreed to turn ourselves in so that we could attempt the exit again.
Climbing back up the tree, we entered the room, leaving the other prisoner behind. I grabbed an office chair, encased in armor, to throw out the window, as it was the missing prisoner. However, there was now another person in the room, and several cops standing beside their cars outside.
The person in the room grinned evilly, and I knew they knew we were masters at this by now. Then she went down the stairs and we were going to jump out of the window again, but the dream faded out.
(I /think/ I killed myself - but that part was a bit foggy. I certainly considered it. I believe I also died several times from the crushing device.)
Posted by Trevor Savage at August 21, 2003 12:25 PM