I’m in a hospital, aiding people in ushering a dying woman into the operating room. We enter the room as the surgeon pulls a perfectly clean kidney, about the size of his thumb, from his pocket, lying it on the operating table before grabbing his tools and beginning the operation. As he picks up the scalpel the woman sits up, removing her anesthetic mask.
The surgeon sat down his scalpel as everyone in the room erupted into a heated verbal assault regarding the morality of hospitals and the rights of patients. Everyone begins exiting the operating room, including the surgeon, leaving the possibly dying woman behind on the operating table.
People’s arguments continue as they exit the hospital entirely, getting into cars and walking along the streets, conversations still fully in effect. I get into a vehicle with some friends, but as we begin to leave the surgeon, who is apparently corrupt, reenters the hospital as the police arrive. Everyone in the vehicle jumps out and scatters, police on our tails. I run up a tree and attempt to hide there, but it’s not long before I’m found.
I continue to run away, entering a mall. I can overhear officers asking pedestrians if they’ve seen me, and knowing that the officers are nearing in I sneak into a dressing room, bribing the desk lady to not reveal my location. As I hide my family’s cat appears in the dressing room and breaks into the stall I’m in, begging to be pet. I abide.
I get pull myself up over the walls of the stall to reveal that I am now in my house, and outside there is a surprisingly large concrete deck. I walk around to the side of the house, where a white truck is cut in half, leaned against the side of the house. A number of my friends, old and new, are gathered around the vehicle, accompanied by ghostly projections of animals.