The Bed of Shirts

I was standing at the foot of a glass-faced skyscraper with three other people, comrades in some completed endeavor which I can no longer recall other than that it involved wandering around a semi-ruined building which looked like a cross between the interiors of a greenhouse and a submarine.

There was a sudden, loud crack. I looked up to see a massive piece of broken glass falling from the side of the building. Twice more this happened, the giant pieces of glass slamming into the concrete around us. A fourth and final piece broke loose from the building, and with it came a bed, tumbling through the air to smash into a heap before us. We stared at the bed in stunned confusion. As we did so, three pads of sticky notes were tossed from the hole in the building and landed on the bed—"pif... pif... pif" they went.

The first note said "See second note." I skipped the second note and instead picked up the third note, which was some sort of angry rant about the lack of towels in the room, raging at the fact that the writer had been forced to make his bed out of towels. I looked at the bed and noticed that it was indeed covered in towels rather than sheets, and that the mattress itself was made out of white men's dress shirts.1

More importantly, I noticed the large fresh blood stain on the bed, and the body that lay in the middle of it. I was horrified to see that it was Paige, a former coworker.2 Knowing that there was nothing I could do for her, I rushed into the building and up the stairs, vowing to take revenge on the murderer.
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Notes:
1What's really weird is that later in the day following the dream, I saw that this was posted to Everything Is Terrible.  Synchronicity out the wazoo.  The video probably just seems goofy and weird to most viewers; for me, it now seems sinister and disturbing.

2I occasionally run into her at random places (Renaissance Faire, voting booth, mall), but she isn't really much more than an acquaintance.  Although I guess I'll admit I always liked her and was sad to see her leave the museum.

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