I swear sometimes I wish I had a machine to hook to my brain so I could let people watch...
I dreamed I drove up to this house someone had told me about. As I was driving I noticed it seemed almost like a zoo, with the curvy roads and deep 50ft concrete walls leading to the grassy area below. It was dark though so I wasn't sure I was seeing everything clearly.
I drove up to this HUGE house with all the lights on and parked and walked inside. Inside there were people playing with their kids in the front room. A man was sitting on a bar stool asking for ID, which I gave him and asked how old you had to be to get in (since there were children)
"21" he says and hands it back to me and I proceed to stare at the kids, wondering what this place is.
He escorts me through a door on the other side of the room and the house is massive, and filled with people having sex. I'm all aghast that they would have a day care right in front of a brothel but apparently it's heavily guarded and the walls are sound proof.
Anyway so as the dream progresses I realize that the woman who runs the place gives her girls shots once a day. She won't say what they're for but I surmise they keep the girls from getting pregnant/STDs/keep them ... sexual?
There's all sorts of kinky sex going on and I keep going back because I'm in shock of what's going on and probably a little curious.
There's some kind of control these girls have on the guys they sleep with, and the men often find themselves broke and handing over the keys to their vehicles and houses just to get another "taste" (because the sex is kinky stuff)
Now, because my brain is all WTF, some of the guys have an allergic reaction to the drug coursing through the women's bodies and turn into zombies. This would now explain the 50 foot concrete walls, where the men are dumped until they starve to death. They wander around, trying to scratch their way up the walls, to no avail.
I keep sending people there, because I'm sick and apparently like to see people suffer. The last two people I send are a 40 something professional single mother and I take my brother (who I incidentally hardly ever think about and haven't had a real conversation with since I was probably 7) there.
With the woman I tell her (since she's desperate for child care) that I know a place, but not to go through the door. She takes her child there, is happy, and leaves. I feel very bad for lying to her about what's going on.
With my brother I take him there to show him what's going on and he orders a long island ice tea. I am more shocked by the drink order than I have been by the ultra kinky sex or zombies.
The end.
