Weird Dream 2nd Part

With no ideas what was going on every single moment was played out by ear. I dont think we even ate any food. Or it could be that I was at random going in and out of consciousness. There was just the noise of everyone yelling drowned out by the scream of annoyance in my head trying desperately with no luxk to figure out what had become of me. The next moment came just as quicly as the last. No longer in the mess hall I found my self at the opening of a dimly lit room but homely. Stares to my left several doorways which led to what I assumed to be bedrooms. Brown dirty carpet covered the floor. Not your ordinary prison or maybe it wasnt at all. Either way I was still inprisoned in the futile attempt to remember anything. Everyone seemed to know me. Joking with me as if I was a life long friend, but I had never seen these people. This did not make things easier. A dude lounging on the stairs asked me if I was going to go to my group and participate. Imediately I knew which one I was to go to. The kareoke stand was booming with sevaral people atound it. Before proceding to scream out melodic tunes I asked the guy on the stairs if I could ask him an odd question. "How long have I been here?" I asked what I presumed to be the most confused face I could muster. His reply was not at all what I was looking for. With  a quick laugh and a point he said, "ha dude! You crack me up" And he left up the stairs.  I was almost in a daze I was so confused. Left bewildered I reluctantly mosied on over to where the karaoke was happening. After a a minute and one song later, what song that was I cant remember for the life of me. Most likely some horribly frightening Salena Gomez song. I asked aloud who knew me the longest. A scraggly young gent slouching on the couch raised his hand. So I of course asked how long he knew me and his reply left me stunned and defeated. "Well", he began. Cocking his head as if to think really deep. "I have known you since I got here soooo five years about". I couldnt believe what he was saying. I had literally been a conscious unconscious or a functioning unconscious, which is the same as a functioning alcoholic just without the alcohol, for at least five years. So entranced by this insane predicament, I didnt notice the glass untill I looked down at my foot and saw the glass piece coming completely through my foot, two inches on either side. I headed to the restroom after pulling it out. Then noticed that the jagged piece of glass wasnt in my hand. Upon a quick glance around to no avail I realized I was chomping down on the damn thing. Too scared to swallow and lost in a dream of confusion I finally awoke.

Weird Dream

It all started when once upon a time, I didnt necesarrilly wake up, but better described as came to. Like, I was unconscious and suddenly found myself in a place a only recognized as a place portrayed by TV and movies. Yet there was this sence of summer camp. I realized I was still wearing my red hard hat, which signified me as a newbie at my construction job. Pulling off the safety reflector vest as I walked down the hall of this strange awkward prison, I thought myself to be dreaming. I couldnt make a decision as to what state of mind I was in. It was all so obscure yet remenicent of by gone days from my old life. I finally came to the reluctant conclusion that this was indeed real. No memory or even the slightest clue of how I got here. Racking my brain over and overe with the same damn scene playing like a pre recorded message. The last thing I can remember was being at work. Which would make sense being I still had work clothes on. There was slight comfort in this recognition, assuring myself that this riddle of a mystery plaguing my mind would soon be resolved. Just as quickly as a thought passes through the mind I found myself in what I assumed to be the mess hall. Make shift at best the room couldnt have been more than ten feet wide, with one long silver tabe stretching the length of the room. Which I was sure went on for ever. Seated near the door there were guys all around me on either side seated at the table. Noticing the obvious separation of what I gathered to be the brutes, per say, of this prison sitting to my right I also recognized a solemn face several seats down to my left. Little Johnny looking at me like I was some messed up sociopath, muttered "I hate them" refering to the brutes down a ways. Obviously scared out of his mind, I thought it necessarry to tell him strait up that he needs to get his head strait. As the words left my mouth I realized I had no idea why he was here! Why was I here? Ah!!! I was right back where I started. Completely list in the clouded nothingness of what this was....
(Intermission) more to come