There was a group of us.  Probably about me and.. 5 other people.  I was a man, probably in my 40s.  Somehow we got tricked into going to this place, a business looking place, but also like a house.  I don't remember actually walking into the building, but there was a living room, with a TV that would turn on and off and keep going to static, that's where we all initially met.  By the time we had all waken up and introduced ourselves, and for some reason we all thought we were there for the same reason (some sort of business meeting) we began to explore the building. 

We all found ourselves in a bedroom, someone had closed the door behind us.  A vacuum cleaner noise came from the other side of the door, because the house was initially empty some of us jumped up to open the door.  It was locked, and i remember hyperventilating and I guess I passed out.  I woke up aloe in a closet, doors locked.  After about an hour of trying to calm myself down i discovered a vent, about my size, in the ceiling.  Wasn't long before I was climbing out the other end back into the living room. 

No one was around, and I decided to go looking for people.  I stepped into the kitchen and was hit with a baseball bat.  I couldn't make out the figure who did it, but immediately blacked out, now for my second time.  This time, however, i must have waken up much quicker than the last.  I woke up being drug by my feet, another man years younger than myself, had his hands grasped around my ankles.  With no one to scream for help to, and the considerable size difference between me and this man, I decided to act as though I never came to conscious.

I was amazed, though, as I slowly realized what was going on.  Of course I didn't understand why i was involved, or what was going to happen, but the thought put into getting me there was truly amazing.  Hidden rooms, bookcase-doors, and then this room.  This one, that required an eye and finger scan, yeah this must be it.  All I heard was "Stand up", and i did exactly what it said.  Lost in thought I guess i forgot I was still unconscious.  A chair hit the back of my knees, that were already violently shaking, and i immediately sat.  The chair was then shoved up to a metal window looking thing, with smaller windows among it.  My hands were both pulled into two of the smaller doors, and my head in the larger one.  There I sat, face to face, with him.

About 5 minutes passed.  The only thing that was exchanged, or rather given to me, was the cigarette smoke from his mouth to my face.  He tied up my hands, I tried to pull them back.  I asked him what for, why I was there, and any other question I felt the need to spit out.  He looked as though he was not a man to compromise, or even answer questions, and due to my position and situation, it might be best to do as he wanted.  After both hands were tied up, he aligned my fingers with the holes on the table they were laying on.  I wondered what they were for, and then he put a thin piece of metal on each individual finger and put the two loose ends through the bottom of the table.  He got to my right index finger.  I had never felt so much pain in my life.  He pulled the thin metal string and my entire finger was missing.  His face had blood on it and he told me now we'd talk.

We didn't talk.  4 more fingers were missing.  And when my fingers, hands and head were released, I was beaten.  I didn't know where any of the others were, and I had no idea how much time had passed since I had been there.  Maybe my body thought it was best for me, or maybe I just did it because of the sight of blood, but I passed out for the third time. 

I woke up in the living room again, to the noise of static.  my shirt was covered in blood, my hands were mutilated.  The TV was making me go insane.  I kicked the chair at the TV, it crashed through the screen.  The chair bounced back, though, as there was something more solid than just the screen to let it lay there.  Here we go, human contact. Well, sort of. A girl I recognized from the building, her body cut in two pieces, was now folded up inside of the TV.

Then I went insane.  I picked up the chair and began smashing all of the windows I could find in the house.  Like I had assumed, the majority of them, hidden by the curtains, were backed by cement.  I say majority, because I found one that wasn't.  When I hit this one, the room immediately began to fill with water.  This building was planted right on the bottom of the ocean.  It didn't take long before the building was filled.  I drowned, and that was the end of it.

To make it even weirder, the entire dream was narrated by a girl, probably about 6 or 7 years old who I saw about 4 flashes of throughout the dream.

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I was looking through old pictures.  I laughed for a while over this one..