Last night I slept around 10 hours. I've had some problems sleeping for the past week, so it was a refreshing change. My dreams were split into parts at points where I woke up for a moment, and then continued the story a bit further in future.
It all began as a hospital story. I was held in a hospital for some reason, and I had been there so long that I had become good friends with the mate that was in the same room with me. The room, though, wasn't what you expect: It was this large hall with two very large rooms in it shaped like the letter U. At the very root of the U was a corridor going through the hospital (pictured here
) that split the large hall into two sides. I was at the west side if considering the root of the U as south, and my friend was at east. The corridor that split the hall in two had stoves bordering it as if it was from some cooking show where people can watch the chef doing his cooking.
It was unclear why I was held in the hospital, but it was clear that I was there against my will. I occasionally wandered off to see the other areas of the hospital, but they were similar: If I went through the southern door I found similar rooms, but they all contained worse and worse patients. The further I went, the more serious their condition was. At the very last room the patients were simply waiting for death. It turned out that my room was one of the very first rooms and my condition wasn't thus considered that bad. At times I was discussing with someone, but I don't remember who it was. It was some kind of person, but not a doctor. Could have been someone trying to get me out. Once the person took me for a walk through the hospital and explained how I would soon begin descenting in the rooms towards the worse patients.
Later on it got really strange. All of sudden I required a fresh install USB of Arch Linux. I took my USB stick, walked to the row of stoves, plugged the USB stick into one one the ports in the stove and wondered how one cooks a Linux into the drive. At this point I noticed odd slime all around the room on the walls. This was mostly very colourful: one was red, one was green and one was purple. This slime was mostly some small, 20cm diameter clusters at random locations, but it was more common near the stove. I remember thinking: "I wish there would be less slime in the world. I know it's nearly impossible to wipe out as it is like birch sap: any attempt to wipe it out will simply rip and glue the paper on the sap." For some reason I knew that the slime was a common issue in the world all around, and nothing special. I looked the slime in disgust for a while and then went on to observing the stove more, attempting to find a way to begin writing the Arch Linux image on the drive. Eventually I found that there is a CD drive, and one could probably put the Arch Linux install CD in the drive, then direct the contents on the USB drive. I then walked to my room mate and observed how he prepared the food. He was actually doing cooking, which I found odd, and didn't use any of the USB ports for anything. I asked if he knew why they had such outdated technology as CD drives for storing digital content on some mobile medium, but he simply said I was doing it wrong. I went back to my stove and noticed that there were more ports at the rear side of the stove row.
I then woke up briefly, and the next time I fell asleep I was outside the hospital, running. It was clear that the friend who visited me had helped me out from the hospital, and I was now escaping as fast as I could from some people. I didn't actually see my pursuer yet, but I knew they would be coming. I got in a bus and drove to some random place, then came out completely lost. I knew I was in Helsinki, but nothing else. I then saw police closing in, and them pointing at me. The bus had already left, but another one was about to make its depart. However, the bus had already closed the door and was driving, so I hopped into a short sprint and leaped on top of the bus, hugging the roof in order to not fall. The police came chasing me in their cars, and the bus took part in my escape instead of stopping and asking why the police were chasing it. Later on the bus was driving at a curve in the road, and down from the road there was a somewhat steep cliff. The hill was grassy with no trees on it and at the bottom there was another road. Having more speed than suitable for the curve the bus drove too far and went down crashing the cliff, rotating and jumping wildly. Somehow I was able to keep my grip and, even when the bus was upside down, remained attached to the roof.
I hurt my leg in the process, and noticed how the police had stopped to the top of the hill, this time with some men in black suits next to them. I quickly stood up and started hurriedly and bleeding limping my way into the depths of the dark city streets. I managed to lose the pursuers and calmed down a bit. I was absolutely lost, cold, hurt and bleeding, with no idea why I was in that hospital in the first place.
I then woke up for a brief moment. When I fell asleep, I was riding a train somewhere in Finland, this time in full suit. At times I stepped out only to notice that I was somewhere in Helsinki, and I wanted to reach Norway. Cursing, I always went back in the train in hopes I would soon have a general idea where I was. At one moment I was in some smaller town close to my home town, and my childhood friend came onboard with his family. They waved me a happy greeting, to which I conservatively responded. I moved on to having some casual "long time no see" talk with them, but all this time I was sweating and observing the door into the cart. Then finally my childhood friend, still around 8 years old in the dream, asked if I still owned that pistol. To this his mother angrily said that no such man as Gekko would have anything illegal anymore, to which I said: "No, I no longer have the pistol. I have an air powered rifle though." then to the mother: "Completely legal as long it's air powered." Secretly I knew that I had a lot more than that, and even now had a pistol hidden in my shirt and a rifle back home. The conversation went on for a long while, and I noticed we were still at times arriving to some odd locations in Helsinki. I found myself wondering the possible scenarios that would occur if the agents would come searching the train. This being a dream the first scenario occurred as fast as I was done imagining it: three agents opened the door and took a quick glance at the cart, noticed me and began reaching their pistols. I responded faster, downing two of them with one taking cover behind the seats. I broke the window, jumped out, hit the ground and woke up.