I had a dream today. I've had more vivid ones than this, but something made me franticly write down the details as soon as I awoke, an urge that I have never had before.

The dream is remarkably narratively stable, but suffers at least 1 hole that I know of. Feels kinda strange.

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I wake up inside a water pool of all places _{[Water in this dream behaves differently. There is no sound distortion, you don’t get wet, you apparently can breathe in it, and swimming in it is effortless. Imagine it more as a place of reduced gravity]}. I pop my head out the water, I'm in a large, circular room, dominated by this “rock garden” with large pools of water, birch-like trees covered with red leaves sparsely dot the place, and large mossy patches with ferns and other odd green plants inside them can be found on the large rocks sticking out of the water. There is a wide metal path that goes around the whole circumference of the room.

I instantly know that I am in some kind of flying hospital _{[for some reason]}.

I swim to the edge of the pool, and leap onto the path. I don’t know why, but I feel nervous. I'm there with another person, we both appear to be children. I feel that I know this person, but at the same time I don’t.

We go through a nearby door leading to an L corridor, I realised that we were trying to get away from something. The door we need to go through is locked with a key-card reader, so we go through another door into a small office to hide until a member of the hospital staff open the door _{[The plan was to wait until they had gone through and grab the door just before it closed and locked]}. The wall facing the corridor was made of clear window glass, so we slip through a small door at the back of the office to avoid being spotted, it leads to a similarly sized room that seems to have been converted into some kind of storage room.

At this point, I notice that the other person has an angular robot head _{[Possibly other parts, but the head stood out to me]}. We hide under a pair of stacked tables, but soon realize a terrible mistake on our part: The part of the wall behind the stacked tables is made of panes of glass!

Through the glass we see many people at desks, with some authority figure at the front of the room facing them. One of the people at the desks points us out to the figure, who runs out of the room yelling at the staff. We run out of the storage room.

The way back to the garden room is blocked by a large group of people running towards us, but fortunately for us, the key-card-locked door was ajar, a woman with a trolley cabinet was going through at that moment.

We start running through the door, into a hallway with only one exit. It opens into a large room with 5_{[-ish, between 3 and 6]} beds in the centre. A thick window observers the garden room, partially obscured by a pair of screens displaying strange diagrams and unintelligible text. There is another door at the back of the room with a sign above it _{[This sign contains the only 2 words of legible text in the entire dream, the second word is definitely “cases”, but the first one could either be :“six”, “sex”, or “sax”]}.

Through the windowed wall of that room, I can see secretaries on typewriters taking no notice to what is happening, and a wall filled with uniformly spaced square holes filled with paperwork, books, or both. We both try to open the door, but it is locked. We bang and pull on the door in the hope that it will give way, but it holds true and firm.

The staff have caught up to us, a group of three block the hall we came from while the others slowly approach us, knowing that they have us cornered. We _[somehow] end up in the middle of the room sitting upright on the beds. We’re both screaming at them that what they’re doing is wrong, and that they don’t understand us, and that we didn’t know why we were there, but they don’t take notice, and instead prepare for something. _{[I still have no idea what they were doing, what I or the other person was afraid of, or even what condition we were supposed to have (or whatever other reason they wanted us). Robot heads? I never saw my own reflection or looked at any of my body parts long enough to remember anything]}.

Suddenly there was a rumble, accompanied by a low, quiet metallic groan. Everyone seemed to be alarmed and dropped what they were doing. I grabbed the other person’s hand and took the opportunity to slip out.

We made our way back to the garden room. Standing in front of us was a new person, flanked by a single member of the staff and 3 others in different garb. Seeing him here made both of us feel relieved. We know he is part of a group that sympathises with our cause/condition/something, and talked to us about something that I cannot remember. _{[I am pretty damned sure that this guy had just staged a mutiny along with some sympathetic members of the crew, and took control of (at least part of) the hospital]}.

We all went through a large door that opened into a plaza-like room, there was a huge rending crack in one of the faraway walls. From the breach emerged a pair of blood red creatures covered in thick, long flailing tendrils. They have large mouths filled with randomly jutting teeth where the rest of their faces looked like they should be. _{[I knew that they had to be avoided, but I am unsure if they were agents of the loyal crew, acting on their own, or if the sympathisers had released them to cause confusion, but had little/no control over them]}.

Somehow, I ended up in a dome-shaped room. I am alone, and there is no sign of anyone else. the centre is a thick glass observation portal some 20 metres in diameter. Looking down through it, I can see that we are flying over the Strait of Dover. We have to be traveling at some considerable speed, because the sight vanishes after a lapse of ~20 seconds.
A man enters from behind and rests against the railings around the portal, 6 metres away, I turned to face him, and saw it was Donald Trump _{[Note: HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET IN MY FUCKING DREAMS!?!?]}. He begins a long and exciting monologue (most of which I cannot remember), ending with the fact that the hospital is now flying over “Finnick, UK” _{[I cannot identify any place that corresponds to this name]}.

[It’s possible that this is the point I wake up, but I seem to remember then entering another room, being blinded by a flash of light, THEN waking up, but I am unsure if this isn’t just my brain adding details that were never there, as I only recalled it at the very end of writing my initial log]

[I felt sad enough that tears tried to well up in my eyes, but I don’t know why. I have never had such a reaction before even in more detailed and recollectable dreams; (then again, I have never felt the strong compulsion I just have to pen my dreams, I just felt that… I had to)]