The Club

Dreams are a weird thing. To fully understand them one would have to hallucinate.

Instead I stick to the tiny figures trotting across my brain. 

Like fleas to a dog, Nano-Nats eat away at my memories.

The last coherent thing I remember was being at a club. It was new, located in an abandoned factory exactly in the middle of nowhere.

An aerial view shows green fields surround a cube shaped building that is run down, yet refurbished to look hip and trendy. 

There is a line out the door, red ropes, red carpet and fashionista's galore.  Except, it's 90's-esque futuristic garb that mimics the club kids from New York in the 80's. 

Never costumey, but full of flair, a mix of straights, gays, and drag queens litter the supermarket type parking lot. 

Everyone is either smoking or cat walking, until they get inside.

The inside is a club I've seen before, mixed with the warehouse from the film Hostel. 

Drugged out of my mind, I follow a pack of drag queens who are invited to the V.I.P rooftop party.  Except we are lead to the basement. 

A few spiraling staircases and underground tunnels later, we arrive to the rooftop.  The only problem is that the rooftops base is a batch of old tree trunks and the ground we stand on is a shifty, flat boardwalk.

We are miles from the club, which we see flash in neon across the fields. 

Screams bellow, as I watch my fellow drag queens disappear and become manhandled outside the club.

The drugs in my body weigh me down as I watch them get thrown in an individual coffin and get buried alive.

Hundreds of club workers furiously dig at inhumane speed until the queens are buried.

It dawns on me that this club promotes equality, against Tranny's, and its deadly secret is luring these drag queens to the club so they can bury their remains and rid the world of transsexuals.

I snap too as I hear them coming for me but I retreat to the tunnels and engage in a high speed chase on foot. 

I return to the club, only to get lost inside.  Each room leads me further into a labyrinth of underground tunnels that eventually close in on me until I can't breath.

I close my eyes.

Once they open, I realize I am buried underground.

I am surrounded by the muffled screams of other queens, buried around me.