Last night, I had a dream. It had been a while since I had a dream that I remembered. Usually, I forget my dreams within moments of waking up. But this dream was different. It lingered in my mind long after I woke up.
I was in a hospital, and I knew I was not a patient. I thought I had gone there to research the patients and their conditions. I would ask anyone I encountered about their reasons for being there, only to find out that they were completely alone. The hospital was a modern facility, with white walls and a sterile atmosphere.
As night fell, I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t. The strangest thing was that the way out was blocked by a crowd. There was another path, though, which was dark, dense, and foggy. What was even stranger was that the fog was everywhere. I don’t know why I took that path in the first place.
The return was impossible. The dream was vivid and intense, and I woke up feeling bewildered and curious. This dream has stayed with me, and I can’t help but wonder what it means.
