Just woke up from the worst chaotic dream I was in a hotel doing some work stuff with friend’s when they took off and I stayed behind to nap from exhaustion.
I got up to use the bathroom and when I was walking back the doors were locked and the news was showing a quarantine for the sick or those who were expected to be exposed and was showing which states were being impacted. There was debate about federal and global impact of adding states, or relocating those who seems healthy, the examples of sick kids and adults vomiting blood and what looked like liquified internal organs looked worse than Ebola. I approached the curtain to exit the bathroom and saw a large facility on the other side where a woman in some uniform yelled at me to stand back. There were men in hazmat suits bringing in uncovered bodies that were visibly destroyed by the disease and I was standing there with no barrier. I was naked, pleading and asking how long I’d be there, if the county was being segregated and if I could go wherever the larger quarantine was so at least I wouldn’t be isolated and locked up. I couldn’t get answers. I asked how long the incubation period was and was told it was something like 8 days to possibly a few years.
Somehow I got out and was clothed but walking barefoot on asphalt in the Arizona summer but wasn’t feeling my feet burn yet (despite the concern). I kept walking and was behind this truck in traffic, and it went and I got up on the curb along this grassy park median. I didn’t recognize the area. It was out west and far from the Phoenix I recognized. There were people across the street watching, Latinas crossing their arms as they spectated but not going inside or coming near. The men who were across the street were on the grassy path and I started to walk the other direction when one in sunglasses started talking to me, trying to introduce himself, and suggested I come back the other way with him. There were two other men walking with him now. Traffic wasn’t coming, no one was moving, no one was intervening. This was human trafficking and I didn’t have any weapons, no car, nothing but my phone. I couldn’t outrun them, I kept talking as I walked backwards until I saw a taqueria I could get into quickly and ran in to the bathroom inside and locked the door. I hit the emergency button on my iPhones lock screen and got a message and a girl in one of the stalls said the number had changed fo one of those #11’s. I said fuck it and dialed 911 while frantically explaining what was on the other side of the door. I was crying on the bathroom floor and the girls in the bathroom hovered around me sympathetically, one was like whatever and was about to walk out and unlock the door. I begged her not to because of what was on the other side and she listened. I explained how I’m from Phoenix and I have a good career and have no idea how I ended up in this position and I woke up.