What happened? Where am I.

I know I went to a dream and woke up in a hospital. There was no hospitality, just screaming lunatics' in pain that I can't imagine. Eye's tired and red with veins, Blurry but I thank their torment to awaken my brain.

Why, the screaming, why the sheet, what am I doing in this little convertible table with wheels where the coffin and I might meet?

The screams seem intolerable, almost bring out the laughter, are they sympathy pains or is pain so much it's hard to fathom. How many people here could possibly be in painful enough to make a warzone in the mind set of WTF?

Before I could ask, not a moment passed, a laughter about to burst to bring silence to the screams with a mocking laugh and purely lost soul awakened from a flash.

"Do you remember what happened?" as a few took control of my craft. I was wheeled around and said, "I remember being inside of a dome and watching a sport I didn't know and was hit in the head and people gathered around and an Angel arrived and now I'm here."

Dr. Smiled and brought me to a room with out the violent screams of certain doom as if they themselves went to the same place but their version was like Hell and Fury and Death in their path.

Nurse said, Take this drink. In my mind she was cute and almost another angelic blessing. I gladly took it and it tasted so good, I asked for another and she said with a laugh, "most people don't like the taste, what about it do you like."

I replied with as mile and very serious in fact, "It kind of tastes like hydrogen peroxide mixed with sparkling mineral water with a metallic blast."

Of course she laughed. You can only have one because this drink will allow us to see how the blood flow within you, well, we can track it's path."

Wheeled around like a clown with a mask, I felt like I was tripping on LSD and thank God, within a system like this, if sober I wouldn't last. They introduced me to another Doctor with a different drug to see how long I would last and brought me to a big with a big room and a circular UFO looking Portal that needed to scan every aspect.

Maybe an entrance through a portal of some kind of UFO looking space ship. What else made me so special to be brought to this machine? Made me wonder and laugh as I felt woozy from the concoctions they made me take.

After the alien abduction, I woke up in a room with a few tubes and all alone. This time I was sober and thinking of life, like why did I wake up here and what can I do? I hit the button, the first I could see.

A team of beastly people came and surrounded me. Alarming as it seemed, this was not a dream, "Why Am I HERE and WHAT does this MEAN?!"

You were at a game and fell down and was saved lucky enough because of COVID-19, You are lucky because nobody was in the audience and somehow you were seen.."

My mind wandered back and I began to remember the details as if it happened in another place far away in a different dimension.

That's when I met the Guardian Angle that was protecting me. I saw her spirit and love that is more than anyone, even a mother could give to me. Those around where real surrounding me they prayed and those Angels were the people who saw me.

The game I remembered was a different realm as I was actually working Soccer as a camera man and it wasn't inside but I was inside of me. The game in the spiritual sense made no sense for me. I saw the nature of the soul in and all around, as the show must go on, I saw the spirit world and there was no Devil around me.

I gasped for air, they said please relax. I said I would be more comfortable if alone and if I knew where my stuff was at. If my wife knew where I was or if my vehicle was towed and they pointed at my things and I felt a little calm and a little strength.

They said, the car was there, where it was parked, they gave us the number and your buddies got a hold of your wife and all is in tact. I had a huge bit of relief but not enough, I wanted to be home.

They left me alone, I made my move, put on my clothes and ripped out the tubes, blood as you imagine, ran out as the attached needles and tape where the first thing I could reach to detach.

The machines started quacking and the same crew came running and I barricaded the doors like it was war and the enemy started cracking. I sweat so hard, to hold the door down, Yelled at them all to leave me alone. Took a few minutes and I was far reached, dry mouthed and out of breath. Sickened and imprisoned from some of my saviors of death.

As the guy kept talking I said leave me alone, I'm going back to bed, I'm a little bit scared and honestly think I might be dead. He said, hit the button again and the alarm went off, He said walking away, "damn, that boy's as strong a moose!"

I gave it two minutes peaked outside, saw the routine and then I ran fast and the whole floor chased me like they were ready to subdue and strangle me. Pure panic, I ran as fast as possible, down the hallway and into the stairwell. Jumping down 4 steps at a time using the rails to keep momentum as the sounds of heavy foot steps chased and the walkie talkies echoed through the well.

I opened a door and I noticed I was trapped from a distance but opportunity arrived. A guy was casually walking back to the room locked with an electronic key, and passed myself through the door after him right into maximum security. Sweating and gasping for air... pure paranoia.. the entire floor of this dark room stood up in horror... one lady calmed me down and said... "Slow down everyone, let's get him some water and a chair."

They asked and I said I didn't know why I was there. They said I needed help, I said, help is not what I need, I feel like I am held against my will and I'm clueless how I got here but I was chased and...

Damn, that water was good, they gave me two, three... even offered four? Of course I even need some more. But before we get close, like friends, I need to leave and I am afraid of being held against my will. They all looked in sorrow as I see myself sometimes in the mirror or how my family probably vicariously lives through me.

I said... "I might be dead and in hell and already there or maybe in a coma and in-between there or somewhere. I need to get to my wife because my phone is dead."

They let me out of the room, security was waiting, I ran past as they were still frantically panting. I Ran around them and chased myself all over the place and every room and hall way looked exactly the same.

I somehow meandered my way to the front desk... slowed to a walk, smiled at the lady and I walked right out.

It was like they all stopped at the front door and jaws dropped and the entire staff had mixed feelings of admiration, and mostly shame and doubt thinking man, I like you... why did you have to run out?

Somehow I got home after finding my car, drove a few hours and gained another chapter and scar. I was pulled to do so and will never know why. I had that rhythm deeply ingrained inside.

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Most Importantly, I met with the spirit world and a soul that I call Angel; when and where will see that Guardian Angel.

To this day again and again, every single time I enter that stadium. I have mixed feelings of wanting to see her again.

From this day forward, I question... Am I alive? Am I in a coma? How can I move on with this new personality disorder? The entire world changed and it seems for the worst. So now this is a part of my life.