Fragmented

… I feel like I’m supposed to remember something really important.

I was in a warehouse. No, it was more like an office building. There was a glass panel. When you went through the door, there was a network of other doors and rooms behind it, like a labyrinth. There was something important back there. I think it was related to my mother. I remember someone saying something really important to me about something. I think it was about God, or the universe. My hair was brown. I was trying to get to the back. I remember running, and being chased. There was an explosion. The building blew up. I made it out somehow. There was a disembodied voice speaking to me.

… I’m having a really hard time remembering what happened.


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