You guys. Ugh. This dream...
It was so epic, but it was so stupid.
I entered a flower shop on a rainy day, the door made a lovely little chime. It was oddly dark. The flowers were kept in the type of glass-front freezers you find in grocery stores. There was a young, beautiful woman behind the counter, with a kind face and bright eyes. She looked to be closing up the store. She smiled at me, and walked into a back room, leaving the door ajar. I wandered the shop, looking for nothing in particular, and found myself gravitating towards the door.
Boy, what a mistake that was. Past the door was a hallway bathed in a red diffuse glow, such as a dark room used for developing photos. I walked a few feet, clearly disoriented, noting the hallway slowly beginning to change. Red illuminated walls turned to flesh. Flesh began to pulse. Pulsing produced sticky, vile fluid. I came to a fork in the organic hallway, and a gunshot broke through the silence. I turned around to see... myself?
The flower shop girl was a doppleganger, and now it took my form. Presently, it was pointing a pistol in my face. I took off running, and a chase ensued through the repetitive hall of flesh. My doppleganger never seemed to run out of bullets. Finally, another door appeared before me, and I burst through it with gusto, slamming it behind me. I ended up in an airplane, flying over miles of beautiful, pastoral landscape close to sunset, which I could gaze at through the wide open door. It was characterized by big, open fields, trees, and little farmhouses dotting the land. What a change. I reveled in it until a bullet hit the back of the plane. I was trapped. Well, what was I to do?
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