The Loop Of Corridors
I couldn't tell you where I was when I found myself in this vivid dream. It felt, human, yet otherworldly. The atmosphere was confusing, I felt as if these corridors were getting narrower every time I looked at them. I already had an inkling that this dream was going to be an experience I would never forget, the place just felt… inhuman if that's the right word for this endless nightmare.
What I can describe about this place is that the black floor expanded to the end of the corridor, only to continue into the next, while the white walls and ceiling followed it, and it all expanded, endlessly. The lights welcomed me to the corridors with the sound they emitted, the only sound I heard throughout the corridors besides my step.
In the glass doors, I saw isolated offices, lobbies, and apartments, and they were impossible to open. The white doors, even when trying my best, wouldn't open to let me through. Eventually, I explored these corridors of misfortune, where I felt something was going to happen, but never did.
The difference was that there was no one taking a call or reading a document, there was only me, and the loneliness of these spaces. At some point, at a door, I saw a light, it light was bright and white, I didn't know what was behind it, and I didn't know where it would take me. This tempting light made me come closer.
I began to ignore all my worries, after all, at that point my only concern was to touch the light. But when I touched it, I only appeared in familiar corridors. I explored these corridors, strangely, I felt that I already knew the way in some parts, that it was only obvious that in those parts I had to go in that direction.
Other times I would look at glass doors and wonder if I had been in there before. There was one part where I found a door very similar to a corridor that I felt like I already explored. Passing through corridors where I no longer felt the same, I found some stairs. The steps had the same texture as the floor, and the handrails were made of metal.
I went up one stair, and there was a small turn that took me to another floor. As I climbed them, I encountered more corridors. In truth, at that moment I didn't know what to expect from this place. As I explored the new floor, I came across a strange door that emitted light. The light was bright and white, I didn't know what was behind it, and I didn't know where it would take me.
This tempting light made me come closer, I began to ignore all my worries, after all, at that point, my only concern was to touch the light. But when I touched it, I only appeared in familiar corridors. In some places, there were exit signs with bright red text. These signs seemed to appear everywhere, even in the least expected places, such as dead-end corridors.
In addition to signs, there were also wooden tables and chairs, which were everywhere. In the middle of a corridor, on the ceiling, stuck in a wall, anywhere. Lastly, at times I thought I saw hallucinations of other places.
But every time I blinked or turned around, they were just more corridors. It went on, for quite a while, but eventually, I had to wake up. When I did, I was confused. My body felt sore and tired as if I had run the world's marathon, even though I hadn't. I looked at the time, and it was 7:30 in the morning.
I got up, still sore, and I couldn't stop thinking about my dream, these damn corridors that torment me. I don't know what to think. I don't know if that was real or not, it felt very vivid. Every time I walk down the corridor of my father's office, I just remember this place. If you have an experience like mine, I can only tell you that it'll be a bad experience when you wake up and realize the hell you've lived.
The Loop Of Corridors was written by
JustAnAnnoyingGuy with critique from
ZENAJ, and
Paldhin1016, and
Ferrante. The images used inside the article are in order: Where Is My Office Again? by u/Careful_Rate8201