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Okay. I'm going to write the dream I had last night cause it was pretty freaky but cool and I don't want to forget it. It may be long, so be warned.

So, it started at this old, hospital looking building. It was in very bad shape. Apparently, I'm investigating this place. From what authorities have told, this mental hospital is supposed to still be running, but it has been abandoned. Just a couple of days ago, though, a person reported that their were still patience inside.

I went into the building and it just smelled HORRIBLE. I don't know how I smelled in my sleep but it just smelled like something was rotting. The place is really dirty and almost everything is broken. The lights are dim and everything is in a yellow light. It's late evening so there isn't too much light. I entered a loby place. As we (cops and stuff) walked down the halls we heard some moaning and some walking. And there was on person who was laughing.

I looked in a room and it was a room where they tie down those people who were so bad that they would hurt themselves. I looked at the bed and the person there had been died for a long time. There were more of the same thing in other rooms down the hall. We went up some stares and heard the noises more clearly.

We went into the first room to the right and there was a lot of moaning. It smelled like vomit and urine (I have a gross imagination!). The people in there were all really dirty and in hospital gowns that were ripped and had vomit and blood dried on them. Some of them had missing limbs and they were rocking and tossing in their beds in pain. There was about eight beds in there. On person was laughing looking insanely at her hand. She had a knife in the other hand and all her fingers was next to her and her hand was covered with blood.

I went to the back of the room where there was a counter and shelves. Most of the lids to the cabnits weren't there or were hanging off. On the counter was sirenges, madicine bottles, and alcohol glasses. Most of everything was empty. There was a garbage in the corner and it was completely full of surgical gloves.

I left the room (someone was calling for an ambulance) and I went into another room. This was freaky! There was ten beds; five on one wall and five on the other. Four of the beds had people who were slpeeing but they were smiling with their eyes open in the most insane way you can imagine. On the other side two of the beds had two small boys in them and the one closest to me had a dead person there. In the back of the room was the same as the previous.

I went to other places but I don't have specifics on them. I can say there were a lot of dead people and they were in very grotisque possitions (why the hell did I dream this?). I went back to talk to the person that reported the people being hear. I didn't really like this guy. He was saying that this place had been abandon for about a year. I remembered thinking how these people stayed alive for that long.

So now it's the next day. I'm at this hospital/mental car place. I was walking through the place to see if I could talk to some of the doctors who were caring for these people now. I remember passing one room that had that girl who had cut her fingers. She was strapped down on her bed and laughing very loudly saying some things in a different language.

I spoke with the doctor who was caring for the creepy smiling people. Apparently, they were in a condition where they were so sensitive that, if you said something bad to them like "you're ugly", they would go insane and try to kill themselves or just die of shock. He said the corpse with them might have had the same thing but burned himself with alcohol. He also said that the patience said a man would come and give them food. I left after the doctor told me the other two boys in the room had the same condition but not as extreme.

I went to this outside area that was like a garden and a park. I went to the two boys on the swing. I asked them questions and they said that a man would come everyday, give them medicine and food, and would leave. They couldn't give a description because he always wore a mask. And then a patient came over and he started yelling at the blond boy and saying was a wuss, and other stuff. He looked really scared and was saying stuff like, "I'm a good boy," and other things. The other boy was smiling and saying, "You're really nice. You're not a wuss. You're really nice." The blonde boy started banging his head on a metal post of the playground and was still talking to himself in a panicked way. The other boy was saying, "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself. Please stop." I was yelling for a someone to come and help. The blonde boy started to scream and pull out his hair. Blood was coming out of his head and he started claying his arms and was bleeding everywhere. I was running toward the building yelling while still watching. The other boy was just standing saying, "Please stop," over and over. The boy started tearing at his face. He then weild his head way back, slammed his head into the playground with a wham, and fell dead.

Nurses were now comming and I was running toward them. The boy just stared at him. Some of the nurses went to the stunned bot while the others went to the dead one (they didn't know he was dead yet). The boy started screaming hitting his head. The nurses started dragging him into the hospital. And then, he just fell limp. He died there from shock. (OMG how did I think of this stuff?!?)

I woke up and was like wow. I thought 'I'm glad I woke up. Now I can dream something normal.' and fell asleep. But the dream continued but now a few days had passed.

This is a bit scratchy. I was in the old mental hospital again investigating. Some one came from behind me and tried to stick a sirrenge in my neck but I struggled. I broke free and looked to see a masked man behind me. I fought him for a while and I managed to pull off his mask. It was the man who had reported people being here. And, as any other movie, instead of me beating the hell out of him, I let him tell a really lond story and blah. Aparrenlty, he was the one who was caring for these people. But he wasn't really taking care of them. He stole 100 babies from the streets and took them to this place. He was performing an experiment on what would happen to a person if they lived through nothing but pain. Each person was different. He experimented by giving some drugs and some alcohol. Many turned out like the smiling people. But most of them ended up killing themselves. Others just layed in pain and moaned all the time. The two boys were born from these patience and he didn't do anything but, instead, said nice things to them. Yet, they still had the same condition as their parents, just not as extreme.

Yeah, basically he created a new mental illness. So after a long time I thought, 'Yeah. This would be a good time to kill him.' I don't remember how, but I killed that jerk and did a good job at it. And that was it. Freaky, huh? I don't know how I thought of this but man..... It was crazy. And I was in it!!

Anyway, for those who read it, tell me what you think. Would it make a good movie or anime? For those who didn't, you're missing out on a good, dark story.