Author: lewiswhatshisname

I think I went to the white place last night. Maybe with a friend? I’m not sure.

I went to the house, which was now on the sixth floor of a very large building. The sixth floor was the top floor. I found my bedroom, and found it in a terrible state. Plastic bins were overflowing with random crap. A lot of paper, plasticine bricks, paints. Basically my entire craft room on the floor, so I got stuck in and started putting everything away.

Someone came in, and we took the lift down to the ground floor. I’m not sure what we were doing down there, but we decided to go back up soon after. The lift went up, opened, and immediately started going down again. We went back up, but the same thing happened. The third time, it got to the top and then fell all the way to the bottom. When it hit the ground, I turned into a puddle on the floor. The person I was with had vanished, and I had a broken hip from the fall.

Then the lift took me back up and spat me out into the house. While trying to call for help, I saw this guy walking outside on the tiny ledge beneath a window. Then he fell with a blur, but I couldn’t see if/where he’d landed because of the clouds between the sixth floor and the ground. Then he was back on the ledge, and asked for help. I told him I’d love to, but I’ve kind of got problems of my own. He mocked me for saying that and then jumped down again. I phoned for help before he came back

Then I was at hospital. My surgeon kept rescuing me from various perils within the hospital at the last second. When someone took me to a room with a hotel bed, with some lady sat on it smoking a cigarette and crying. I got dumped on the bed and left there for hours before my surgeon found me and rescued me again.

When I woke up, I had slept wrong somehow and my hip was in pain all day.