So I was competing to get a job at this place and I had to fill out orders (paperwork) while in a dark room with a flickering headlamp.

There was one doorway and it was to the right of me, just out of my peripheral vision. This creepy-as-fuck person was sort of standing in the doorway and they would disappear when i tried to look at the door way with my head lamp

In the room there were three or four clusters of tables and I was at the cluster of tables that was second nearest the door. To help the table cluster nearest the door, I shined my light towards the door so that the creepy as fuck person wouldn't show up.

The table cluster farthest from the door finished all at once and they were able to move their tables to face the door so that the person wouldnt scare them but they stayed far away from the door. As i was trying to finish my orders, one of the boys from that furthest table started to chastise me. The boys were around the age of sixteen (a few years younger than me.)

I wasn't about to put up with it because I was only helping out the table cluster closest to the door,but between that fucking scary person and the flickering lights and the darkness and the boys prodding at me and jeering at me; it was too much for me to handle.

So I snapped.

Normally, I am able to become lucid and take control of the dream scenario but I couldnt and rage completely took over. I am an extremely patient and deliberate person so this is very out of character for me.

I went to one of the boys who was sitting at his desk, pulled the dumb beanie of his head and threw it on the ground.

I'm filled with so much rage because of everything. I go behind his chair and flip him forward so that he is flipped over the desk and he hits his head on the floor.

Huge thud

Suddenly the lights come back on. Everyone is staring at me I dont say anything but I try to get the kid to sit up He is breathing funny. The other boys leave that room and go to this row of computers in another room. The kid starts losing consciousness.

Oh fuck, I'm fucked. Obviously, I'm not getting hired.

The kids breathing is super fucked up. Short shallow breaths. Goddamn.

No one will ever hire me again because of what I've done. I'm carrying him like a child, He's such a burden now. The embodiment of my guilty actions. He has some how become entirely my responsibility. I can't take him to a hospital. I'm stuck with him. I feel so guilty. Why did i flip him? I carry him into the room with the computers and people are staring hard at me, almost like in Inception when the projections attack you.

So much feeling. Such a heavy burden of guilt.

I wake up.