Had what seemed to be a pleasant dream that turned into a nightmare along the way.
I was invited to join a sort of community with a bunch of like-minded people, or at least that's what I was told. I was taken to this huge, high tech apartment complex with a giant open-air common area. For some reason, there was no furniture in the common area. People were milling about, talking to each other, and this perky woman in a corporate type dress got on the PA system and told everyone it was time to check out the Level 2 apartments. (I had the impression I was witnessing this because I was on some sort of tour of the place.)
A bunch of doors opened up, but they were on the main floor. I didn't see Level 1 anywhere. As everyone was checking apartment numbers on little white notes they had in their pockets, they all began clearing out the common area and going to their apartments.
The perky woman smiled at me and said, "Now watch this." She pressed a button on a remote control, and all the apartment doors closed, and the platform the apartments were on raised up, revealing another level of apartments under them. She asked me about my apartment. She said, "Now, you said you were bisexual, correct? Was there anything else?" I replied that I was also bigender. She said, "Oh, yes. Have to get every mental illness on the list." I realized then that I wasn't looking at apartments, but a cell block. She laughed pleasantly, and said, "You're the first person to figure it out!"
I said it wouldn't do any good to try to cure me, and she said, "Oh, we know there's only one cure for your kind. Listen!" She pressed a button, and all the people on the second level started screaming, and I realized they were in gas chambers. As I was looking at them, she pulled out a large rifle from somewhere and said, "Now get in there!"
I said, "What if I don't?" She cocked the rifle, and I grabbed it and stuck the barrel in my mouth. She pulled the trigger, and for whatever weird reason, I was suddenly sitting in an easy chair wearing a smoking jacket, saying, "And that, kids, is how I met your mother."
A bunch of doors opened up, but they were on the main floor. I didn't see Level 1 anywhere. As everyone was checking apartment numbers on little white notes they had in their pockets, they all began clearing out the common area and going to their apartments.
The perky woman smiled at me and said, "Now watch this." She pressed a button on a remote control, and all the apartment doors closed, and the platform the apartments were on raised up, revealing another level of apartments under them. She asked me about my apartment. She said, "Now, you said you were bisexual, correct? Was there anything else?" I replied that I was also bigender. She said, "Oh, yes. Have to get every mental illness on the list." I realized then that I wasn't looking at apartments, but a cell block. She laughed pleasantly, and said, "You're the first person to figure it out!"
I said it wouldn't do any good to try to cure me, and she said, "Oh, we know there's only one cure for your kind. Listen!" She pressed a button, and all the people on the second level started screaming, and I realized they were in gas chambers. As I was looking at them, she pulled out a large rifle from somewhere and said, "Now get in there!"
I said, "What if I don't?" She cocked the rifle, and I grabbed it and stuck the barrel in my mouth. She pulled the trigger, and for whatever weird reason, I was suddenly sitting in an easy chair wearing a smoking jacket, saying, "And that, kids, is how I met your mother."
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