A very sad dream i had.

it started with me in the city. i was standing in an alleyway, it was wet and unfamiliar. then i was on the bottom of a bunk bed. no sheets, no pillow, no blanket. just a dirty mattress and rusted metal. this bed was in a prison. i wasn't in a cell, but i knew i was a prisoner. i had a white bandage over my right eye, i think from an injury. there was a night stand with white, cracked paint next to the beds. i looked towards my feet and saw a long hallway lined with bars. there were two guards dressed in white escorting two silohouettes. none of the men were moving, but i knew that they were being released. all four of them were terrifying. i rolled over to face the night stand and there was a black man next to it. he was the medic. as i looked at him closer, i realized he had no face. just wrinkled and scarred skin. an announcement came over a hand radio and he ran off with two guards in dark clothes. it wasn't long before there was a man near me. i couldn't see him, but i could feel his presence. i knew he was evil and that he could very easily kill me. there was loud breathing and i wasn't sure if it was him or i. i didn't move, but i remember thinking "he wants me to live." i wanted to see him, so i removed my bandage. at first, all i could see was red and yellow. i pushed my eyelids together and when i opened them, i had also opened them in reality. i was awake.