I had this dream last night:

Along with my school mates, I was being bussed to a dilapidated building. It looked like 1980s British housing commission. I don't remember entering it, but I was suddenly inside.

Inside was a central stairwell spiralling to some many floors. All the rooms were bathrooms, toilet cubical and change rooms; there were also hallways and open spaces connecting them. I started at the stairwell. My friends dispersed immediately, wandering off into the maze of rooms. There were other people there too, lingering around, exiting and entering rooms. They would undress, clean themselves, redress, lock themselves in the stalls or occupy the bathrooms. Everybdy, including myself, was wearing a thick woollen red or blue tracksuit.

The spaces were divided by normal doors, flimsy stall doors or curtains. Often you could enter a room via a hallway and enter out another passage into completely different hallway or room. The floor was uneven, with many elevations, falls and pointless steps. The walls floors, doors, curtains and most other things were coloured either blue or red to match the tracksuits; sections of the rooms were divided into different colours with no rhyme. Much of the furniture was too. The ceiling however, in most places, was varnished wood panelling. It all sprawled on endlessly it seemed.

The only other room was right in front of the stairwell. It roughly resembled my lounge room, except it was red and blue. There were couches and a TV. On the TV played newsreports of earthquakes around the world. I returned to the stairwell and entered the lounge room. On the floor, mostly stuffed under the couch, were remnants of a dog that had ripped too small bloody pieces. I looked at it, then looked away. When I looked back the dog had reassembled, live and well. It was little wite yipping dog with bulging eyes and flopping brown ears. It followed me from that point.

I just sort of wandered around some more, not really doing anything.

Another thing to note was the unease. This is the hardest part to describe. I had internal clock the gauged the good in the world. It was mostly depleted, continuing to deplete. I knew this to be fact: the world had submitted to darkness. When it reached zero, a picture of the Devil would appear on the TV. He would rise out of the flaming Earth and people would bow down and worship him.

After that, I would reappear in the stairwell as I began, with my clock set back. My friends would disperse. The dog was dead at first glance, then it would reassemble.

The gauge depleted and the Devil appeared, and time would reset over and over. If I killed myself, the world would reset.

Before I went to bed, I had watched a YouTube video on Licentiousness vs Legalism.