I had this dream last night that I was in a Psychiatric Hospital.  A locked down facility.

I started in one ward that was extremely reminiscent of the house I grew up in.  Same backyard, same garage, same everything.  My little sister Mim was in there with me.  We were not happy that we were there, and for some reason it seems like it was forced upon me, not my choice and I had no say.  We waited until everyone was supposed to head inside from the outdoor area and then bolted through the back garage door and out the front of the garage.  Once outside we started talking about what was going to happen now.

I decided I was going down to the maximum security facility down the road to figure out what was going on.  Mim decided to run the other direction.  I run down the street I grew up on and come to another house that is bigger, higher security facility.  There are a whole slew of people there, and some  familiar faces too.  It turns out that some of the people I work with are actually security guards and facility members at both places.  They’re trying to keep me from entering this psychiatric ward.  I threaten to hurt one the guards if she touches me and run past the door into the facility.

Once past the door the whole facility is just an outdoor lot.  Its heavily wooded and fenced in.  I start to sprint around the outer edges of the facility, I see a swing set, a tree house type thing, and some other normal backyard items.  People are all over the place but just sort of walking around like drugged up zombies.  I eventually make it to the far back of the lot and jump the fence.  I walk down this small hill and see a giant stadium set up.  Banners read 2011 Olympics.  The whole place is empty.  Olympic pools, a track, thousands and thousands of empty stadium seats.  Not a soul in sight.  I eventually see a man far in the distance just entering the stadium.  He looks like an ant because he is so far away.

I run back up the hill.  All of the drugged up people are leaning up against the fence looking at me.  I jump back over the fence and head to the far back left corner.  Here there are hanging sheets of fabric blocking the view just past the fence.  I hop over and through some of the sheets (I hear someone scream NO just as I do).  It opens up to another arena.  This one is a hockey rink.  Down on the ice is a table with four men at it, they are getting ready to film a sports talk show.  Everyone is coming in from the far end of the stadium.  I start heading to wear the people come in, everyone who enters gets a shirt that is sealed in a clear plastic bag.  I eventually get handed my own shirt that I just hang onto and don’t put on or even open.

A second table with four men seated at it is set up just at the bottom of the seating area.  These are the local sport talk people doing their show before the national sports talk show goes on.  I’m about to take a seat when a rather rotund man grabs me.  He tells me I’m perfect and need to sit next to this thing he created.  Some piece of art or fashion or something.  I don’t know what it is because he has it covered with a sheet.  Next to it is a chair that he wants me to sit in.  Its right in the aisle where people walk.  Despite knowing that is where he wants me to sit, and having problem sitting there, we walk by his art masterpiece and down the aisle.  He says I might need a different color shirt (referring to the shirt I’m carrying in the clear plastic).  We walk through an archway and past some people checking tickets and letting everyone in.  I can see further outside the stadium now.  Its still my neighborhood I grew up in.  I see a restroom and say “Oh good, I’ve got to use the bathroom.”  The guy next to me says “No you don’t, I do.” and goes in and locks the door.  I walk back into the stadium aisle and past a Man|Woman Restroom sign but decide that’s for people with children and I shouldn’t use it.  I keep walking and then…. I wake.

Messed up dream.