Nightmare

A group of young people traveled into a wild nature. They passed giant aqueducts and climbed highest mountains. Finally they reached a place where all of them agreed on to stay and camp. Group split into smaller ones and one of them started to wander around. They saw another camp down at the seafront, where people was swimming with tigers. They did not astonished by that. It was so natural as green leaves or blue sky. When they back, they saw couple of others has started to build a kitchen. But there were a couple of other people who they haven't meet before but they didn't recognise that they are strangers. Their appear didn't disquiet anyone in the group as well.

I was in the parked car to get stuff for the kitchen. Things were packed so efficiently and all of them were in glovebox. I got them, put into my pockets, opened the door and it hit a body. I did not see him before opening the door but he was there, I said sorry and he said "that's OK!". We walked back to the camp but there were a small village instead of a camp. There were a stone "street" between wooden bungalows. I went into one of them and it was my room, picked up my iPhone and tweeted something about stone street and village. Went out again and the guy who I hit with car's door pulled me next to others, centre of the street. He shouted to us;

- You are under arrest! No one will leave the circle you are standing in!

I was shocked! Yelled at him that he cannot keep us like that and he or nobody has rights to do things like that. Response was cruel, a rock solid punch on my face. With this event, that guy and his friend turned into sadist cops. They tortured me for a long time at several parts in the village. They lit sparkler like matches on my skin and burnt my flesh. Another one was plucking off eyelashes. The funny thing was they trounced me while others eating pastries and watching us. They seemed to me that everything were alright with them. There wasn't a circle anymore and I was the only one who's receiving punishment.

An evening with warm colours in the sky, all we were in the queue for food. The village has transformed into sort of concentration camp now. Somehow these kind of big transformations were just usual, as in dreaming although it was a nightmare. Last torment came shortly after I saw the pig up to the hill. He ran to me and sprayed me with ozone killer disgusting deodorant. It was full of fake flavours but somewhat astringent. He made a cloud with that spray around me and tried to fire it up. I woke up while running off.