Sick Dreams

Hey guys! Being sick really sucks! Yeah!!!! Throwing up, nausea, barely having any energy, yup! The good stuff. Well on the plus side, I slept for a day and a half straight. Too bad I was too sick to enjoy it. But while I was sleeping, I had a bunch of dreams going about in my subconcious, ranging from a normal conversation to the not-so-normal. So here is the most memorable, blog-worthy dream:

An old, rusty warehouse loomed over a lake, its back to the sun. Its shadow was much darker than the others surrounding it. June felt drawn to it and he proceeded to turn the knob of the rusty door. To his surprise, he found the warehouse occupied with quite a number of people (I only remember about 9 people, there were probably a few more). June looked around. A staircase lead to a second floor, the first floor was dirty and barren, there was no furniture, and everything screamed, "Haunted house!" However, the people were much worse. June only recognized three people. One was his mom, another was Ryan (yeah I know right?), and the last was Shuyao (huh, weird). Their clothes were shabby and torn, their faces were pale, and they were very depressed-looking. They seemed to radiate sadness and all they did was sit. June walked around for a little bit but nobody seemed to care that he was here. His curiosity of the second floor grew but he didn't "man up" enough to go up there.
Instead, he asked Shuyao, "What happened here? Why are you guys like this?" Shuyao gave June a gloomy stare and answered, "Only if you push that button over there will you know." June looked and found a black button on the other side of the room, set on a pedestal. "That wasn't there before," June said to Shuyao. Shuyao shrugged and resumed her previous fetal position. At this point, June became very timid. His thoughts started conflicting with each other, "Push the button. NO! It's a bad idea! Just look what happened to them! But aren't you curious? Just push it. One push won't do anything." June walked over to the other side of the room and looked at the shiny, black button. It was so enticing. He looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking. Indeed, everyone had their heads down. "Just one quick push," thought June. He quickly pressed the black button.

The lights went out. June turned around but saw nothing; it was pitch black. He turned around again, only to find that the button and the pedestal was gone. In its place was a window. He saw through the window that it was night outside. "Wait, what? Wasn't it bright and sunny before I came here? I've only been here for a short while too," thought June. He turned back around and called out, "Can anyone hear me?"
No answer.
"Alright! Joke's over. The button was a light switch. Big deal! Someone turn the lights back on."
No answer.
At this point, June was getting very worried. He took a big breath a took one step forward, and then another, and then another, and then another. Suddenly, a single light bulb came on, illuminating only him. It wasn't very bright and was comparable to a dim and fading flashlight. In the dim spotlight, June made out a hand by his foot. A little scared, he half-jumped away from it. That's when the lights came back on. To June's horror, everybody was face-down, lying on the floor, cold, unmoving, and all in their own pools of blood.
"Okay guys. Not funny..." said the shocked June. To worsen the matter, the blood was rapidly spreading and covering the floor. And to even further worsen the matter, the blood was filling up the room like how one would fill up a bathtub with water. June hurriedly tried all the doors but they were locked. He noticed the warehouse was also suddenly different. The walls were pure, redish-orange, metallic rust. The staircase was also gone. In it's place was a door that was also locked. Ankle-deep in blood, frantically searched for an exit. One of the people slowly got up and June stopped dead in his tracks. He probably would have even been a little relieved that someone got up except for one fact, the man was faceless. The others rose and revealed their facelessness. As one, they faced June, hands outstretched towards him, and slowly trudged towards him. Their muffled screams sounded from their now non-exsistant mouthes. June pressed his back against the new staircase door and desperately turned the knob. It opened. June hurried in and slammed the door behind him. He saw the new room and froze. He didn't know which one was worse: the bloody room full of faceless people, or this room.
This room was full of sharp objects, each apparently used on something for they were all bloodsoaked. There were meathooks hanging from the ceiling, sharp spikes from protruding from the walls, and the center of the room had a table with meat cleavers of every size and shape. A hulking man was inspecting the knives. Then...
I woke up.

Honestly, I don't know what happened or what I did to trigger such a graphic nightmare. But, one thing is for sure: my subconcious is very weird.

-June

Random Question: Why do we say "heads up" when we actually want to duck?