Michael (my boyfriend) and I are driving to the place where we are to meet our landlords in Pikeville. We're driving under a tunnel of trees. We arrive at a large building that used to be a radio tower. I'm confused that they'd want to meet here, but dream logic tells me that we've met them here before. We go inside the building and walk to the basement. It's old and decrepit inside, with old, broken furniture and dead bugs littering the floor and little varmints skittering about. I angrily declare to Michael that they've duped us. I get an overwhelming sense of dread and tell Michael we NEED to leave this creepy place. As we're walking back out the way we came, I hear the sound of walkie talkies. Michael immediately becomes panicked. He tells me we need to try to sneak out, as the police are looking for us. I can hear the sounds of men yelling for us in the distance.
Michael drops low to the ground; I follow his lead. I hear the male voices and walkie talkies getting closer. Michael leaps up and runs into a bathroom; I follow. We see an emergency exit but know that it is going to sound an alarm when opened. Michael tells me to go first and sprint to the car so that he can distract the the cops then reunite with me after. I run out the door and try to quietly and smoothly run to the car. As I'm running, I spot four men with flashlights. I try to duck behind a pillar but they see me and run up to me. They all have guns pointed at me. I put my hands up and start crying. I plead with them to let me go and tell them that me and my boyfriend were just trying to leave. One man pulls the trigger on his gun and a knife pops out the end of the barrel, like a weird version of a switchblade. He tells me that they want me to come back to their house to help clean up graffiti. I realize then that these guys are obviously not cops, and I worry that they might actually want to hurt me. I offer my purse to them, but they refuse and tell me they have to take me. Michael runs up and tries to get them to let me go. One man grabs my arm and points his knife right at my wrist. I manage to jerk out of his grip and run for the car, but all four men catch up to me and grab me.
The dream cuts to Michael and me sitting in the basement of the old radio tower, surrounded by a group of people. I feel unbelievably sad. I keep telling people that they HAVE to see this new movie called "Greenblatt." Apparently Michael and I were murdered by the men, and the whole thing was filmed. I believe if people watch the film, called Greenblatt, our souls can finally be freed from this horrible place.
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