Dreamt that I was held captive with six other individuals. My wrists, ankles, and waist were buckled in restraints to a steel chair affixed to a cement floor.

Scientists were testing different levels of radiation on us. Each person would undergo a test, then if they survived, the scientists would increase the level of radiation.

The radiation was coming down on me. My skin stung and I could feel my insides cooking. The agony is hard to describe.

If a test subject was still alive after all of the tests were conducted, the scientists would increase the radiation until they died.

If a test subject showed any resistance, an operator wearing a black trench coat over a black suit, white shirt, black tie and a black hat would come over. Their face was not visible, but their coldness/lack of emotions were evident. In their hand was a device that looked similar to an ice pick. They would then stab the test subject repeatedly with it until death.

None of the tests subjects were supposed to live.

I felt like I had lived through this multiple times. I knew what was coming as they started to turn the radiation on. This time would be different. I refused to sit still and managed to escape from one of the wrist restraints. The man in black came over to me. He went to stab me with the ice pick, but I had anticipated his move. Instead, he was stabbed in the cheek with the ice pick.

I tried to free the other test subjects. One of them, this girl, believed that if she cooperated with the test then she would be set free. She was clearly brainwashed.

She attacked me out of loyalty for the captors. We struggled back and forth. She wouldn’t listen to me as I explained that they were evil and would kill us no matter what.

Finally she gave up and stopped fighting me.

We ran across the parking lot towards a snow drift to take shelter. We couldn’t stop running because the radioactive material wasn’t being monitored anymore, it was growing unstable and would explode.

Time was running out. We discovered a thick sleeping bag next to one of the snow drifts. The girl got in and would not let anyone else join. The sleeping bag could have provided cover for at least four people. She tried to stab anyone that got too close. She flailed her arm about holding one of those ice pick things.

Time was running out and I knew we were too close to the radiation source. The sleeping bag wouldn’t really save us.

The bright explosion started.

Then I woke up.

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