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Kept for the sake of logging.

I went to a prison to check up on someone. The inside of the prison looked not too different from a very busy terminal (I think the concept was inspired by Times Square station). Lots of terminals where officers were standing behind, lots of armed soldiers walking by. I looked around for the right cell but all the other rooms were full of patients. I then remember something a friend of mine said about his work at a hospital and I started to wonder if this was what he was talking about. I peek over to one cell a bit to see these people getting treated who definitely seem to have some sort of mental disability: one of them howls some sort of gibberish and I back off. It turns out there's another part of the prison to check out. Before this, though, the center of the room caves into this pit and is sucking in huge amounts of air. I'm holding on for my life to a railing as I ask someone what it is. They reply "Haven't you heard of Azumanga Daioh?" Eventually the pit seals itself and we can continue on our merry way. I end up going past this double door that I don't think people are allowed to go through because beyond it is a very bitter frozen cold.

I trudge through the snow and icy weather and then get onto a railway system trolley (think like that parking trolley) with a few others. We ride along and I'm treated to some sort of macabre collection of what they do to prisoners. I remember some of these people getting turned into fleshy flowers, some of them getting quartered and strung up, and there were a lot of heads lying around here and there along the stonework as the rail. I realize that whoever it is I was supposed to meet had no chance. I wait for the rail to head all the way back to where it originally was and I head back to the door but I know it's sealed shut, so I stand to a corner and wait. The door finally opens and I'm hidden behind the big ass door as I hope no one notices me. Guards pass me by and I get in and I return to the large area.

I feel like I know too much and for all I know, there are people watching me: I cannot help but notice these cameras in the room that suddenly seem to hone in on me, so I try to get out. By the time I make it to the cabs outside though, the alarm shrieks and I wake up.

(no subject)

Kept for the sake of logging.

I went to a prison to check up on someone. The inside of the prison looked not too different from a very busy terminal (I think the concept was inspired by Times Square station). Lots of terminals where officers were standing behind, lots of armed soldiers walking by. I looked around for the right cell but all the other rooms were full of patients. I then remember something a friend of mine said about his work at a hospital and I started to wonder if this was what he was talking about. I peek over to one cell a bit to see these people getting treated who definitely seem to have some sort of mental disability: one of them howls some sort of gibberish and I back off. It turns out there's another part of the prison to check out. Before this, though, the center of the room caves into this pit and is sucking in huge amounts of air. I'm holding on for my life to a railing as I ask someone what it is. They reply "Haven't you heard of Azumanga Daioh?" Eventually the pit seals itself and we can continue on our merry way. I end up going past this double door that I don't think people are allowed to go through because beyond it is a very bitter frozen cold.

I trudge through the snow and icy weather and then get onto a railway system trolley (think like that parking trolley) with a few others. We ride along and I'm treated to some sort of macabre collection of what they do to prisoners. I remember some of these people getting turned into fleshy flowers, some of them getting quartered and strung up, and there were a lot of heads lying around here and there along the stonework as the rail. I realize that whoever it is I was supposed to meet had no chance. I wait for the rail to head all the way back to where it originally was and I head back to the door but I know it's sealed shut, so I stand to a corner and wait. The door finally opens and I'm hidden behind the big ass door as I hope no one notices me. Guards pass me by and I get in and I return to the large area.

I feel like I know too much and for all I know, there are people watching me: I cannot help but notice these cameras in the room that suddenly seem to hone in on me, so I try to get out. By the time I make it to the cabs outside though, the alarm shrieks and I wake up.