I'm in a room with higher ceilings than usual, looks like a small, single dorm room, and there are beds wall to wall. The walls are a dim, filthy yellow. Twin beds, probably four or five of them. I am tied to the beds by all four limbs, by leather straps, facing towards the door. There is no door, just a frame. There's a window behind me. To my left, directly touching the beds, is a row of broken vending machines in various states of disrepair, but fully stocked.
The daylight angered me, as it was not night time. I fixated on two things; a can of rockstar, and a can of NOS. There was no glass barring me from taking them, but I was tied to the bed, so I couldn't reach for them. A woman came in, face covered in leather, and began flogging me. I thoroughly enjoyed it on a physical level, but mentally, I was too focused on my desire for those drinks in the machine to really engage her. She was caucasian, and had a beautiful body. But, like I said, I didn't care about that.
Finally I broke eye contact with the vending machines and glanced briefly out the window, and then at her. When I looked back at the machines, they were still there, but the ones with the drinks I had wanted so badly had disappeared, and I was baffled and utterly let down that they were gone. In disbelief, I was left cold, and I awoke.
Someone help me make sense of this. It's been all I can think about lately.
