They found me, in this dream. I was with my friends at a large house which felt like a mansion. I was wearing grey clothes that fit me very well. we had guests over. family that involved 2-3 kids around the age of 6-10 or maybe 12, all boys. I was chilling in my room which was rather dark when I heard stuff downstairs so I left and went down. it felt like a dream skip happened and now I’m in the house much later entering the bright warmly lit kitchen, orange light. there’s boxes all over the ground, food, wrappers, pizza boxes, a broken black plate, a lot of plastic wrappers like just clear film. the boys were running around and were about to leave temporarily to the shops with their parents. we were just watching them for the time being while the parents went out somewhere. the kids seemed of south american decent but also the 3rd was a white kid. each had short ish hair but one of them their bangs curled along their forehead. one of the kids I think had a transformers shirt on, another had black pants and a tan shirt? each had typical kids sports shoes, one of the kids had black and another kid had red shoes. the kitchen was laid out exactly the same as it is here at our townhouse. the garage entering towards the stove, you enter about 4-5 steps and hit the large granite island, 2-3 steps into the stove, to the right the fridge with open space in front of it, to the left is the sink. I was standing in front of the fridge and was yelling at everyone super upset that the place was a fucking mess. the kids could have their way with the place thats fine but please for the love of fuck multiple people live here lets clean up or at least not indulge this behaviour from the kids. the kids stopped and watched me, giggling. as I cleaned up my long brown hair kept blocking my vision falling in front of my eyes. my body was very similar though I sounded more feminine when I spoke. my skin very light and arms skinny. my friends came to see what was going on and tried helping out but I didn’t want others to help since I in the moment didn’t trust anyone to keep a clean house. I got done cleaning, the kids left, my friends tried to comfort me but I had just gone to my room. after being in my room a bit my friends came and we talked but now I can’t remember what about, I was also reading stuff on my monitors. we left my room and dispersed around the house. at this point the house seemed to grow and be much larger. I was going through a hallway which had a side room on it for lounging and I heard commotion like police or someone was storming the house. I tried finding either a weapon or a place to prep for making it easy for them to deal with me. couldn’t find a weapon and I didn’t feel safe enough going back to my room where my weapons were. so I plopped myself into the lounging room on my knees with my hands behind my head facing towards the arched entrance. the room essentially had bookshelves covering 3 walls, the 1 other wall being an arched entrance as the entire wall. the bookshelves were packed and small couches in front with end tables and a main glass coffee table. there were about 1 couch for each wall with a bookshelf and then 2 comfy super nice chairs. the bookshelves were a light oak colour, the chairs were a cross between peach and orange colour. the wood trim around the entrance matched the bookshelves. I could hear radio comms and footsteps approach to the left. as my hands were behind my head I could feel myself kneeling there, pain going through my knees a bit and feeling the hair on my head. I felt my shirt brush around my chest but I had stopped moving after that. I watched through the entrance at a fancy wall with a lot of tall windows waiting for their arrival.
then I see someone in full black tactical gear sweep the room. they dressed very light in gear. a rifle with red dot and laser sight, semi and full auto, quick mag. very dark grey almost black knee pads, not combat boots but more casual of footwear, in black. elbow pads matching knee pads, a black vest on their upper torso on top a sleek form fitting black shirt like Under Armour. they had a helmet on with combat glasses and communications running throughout it. it was a woman as well. despite her gear being very modern it felt very sci fi as if she had picked gear specifically to fit the location but still was unaware she herself had sci fi elements and the gear was better maintained, used, and created than modern equipment. she came into the room pointing her gun at me then was followed in by 3 others securing this room. 1 person looked left and the other right down the hallway. 1 person brought their prisoner’s in, about 3-4 people, Darek being 1 of them who sat on the couch behind me. I was being put in quite futuristic handcuffs when they said they secured their target and were going to sweep the house quickly before heading out. there was too much going on to remember all the details but I remember complying fully while examining how the squad operated and their weaponry, waiting till I could get their rifle and kill them. darek tried to talk to me about what’s happened but we were rushed out of the room into the hall to the right. I had to take pressure off my knees finally and had felt that, while walking this whole time I now felt my hands behind my back and arm position, could feel each part of my body as I moved. we navigated through the hall to an exit, the team split up, we were to be taken to their exfil while the rest sweep the house for anything they needed or missed. we were brought onto a medium sized shuttle craft, up the ramp and along the right side. it was very similar to a submarine hangar that was very sleek and white, it hurt my eyes with how bright it was. while we walked I waited to see if I could grab a gun or if an opportunity would come but none came. before I knew it we were sat down for take off to our final destination and I was drugged by surprise, a needle prick in my left side as I was looking to the right around some boxes. my senses dulled, my thoughts became more passive and suggestible, then I think I passed out.
scene skip and I’m now wearing a sci fi lookin hospital gown, it was white with a geometric pattern on it of hexagons but was some odd material. the entire thing felt more fitted to my body but still was loose. the trim around the openings were a different sewn in material that was shiny and smooth but still fabric. I had no other clothes on except I think underwear? I was still drugged with the same chemicals as before but they’ve fully kicked in now. they had me wandering around like a lost child it felt like. I felt treated that way too. walking rather slow through this medical bay that was a clean white everywhere with extremely bright white lights above. my arms up at my chest area fidgeting together. as I stood there was a long hallway in front of me with a hallway to my right about 10 feet in front of me that repeated this hallway, then another of it further ahead again on the right. on both sides there were curtains surrounding medical tables and equipment of all sorts, each station a copy paste of the other. the structure of the hallway itself was a rectangle with curved edges, the long way being horizontal. I was ushered into the hallway to my right and told to stay. then as a doctor finished prepping her station she turned and gestured me over. she felt the most sci fi out of everyone. she had a skin tight but padded up looking inner spacesuit kinda dealio. it complimented her very nice form quite well. she had long flowing hair kept to one side that was a dark brown but had some blonde highlights. this suit covered every pat of her body except the neck up. the suit had various ports and breathable mesh like areas throughout but didn’t expose her body at all. it was a dark walnut brown colour with the breathable mesh areas around where she’d sweat from being black. her hands were that brown with her palms and fingertips being black. the glove part stretched and morphed while she moved as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. there was a black pattern down the legs to break up the flat brown, similar to around her torso, then her suit had built in boot like structure at the bottom which had black bottoms.
anyway, she gestured me over and closed the curtains around us, she sat me down facing towards the center of the hallway and stood right in front of me. I had my hands laced together in my lap. she took her finger under my chin and tilted my head up towards her saying something like “you’re one of Varku’s aren’t you?” in a very depressing but caring as if you were talking to a child or animal tone of voice. her tone sounded like she was acting as if I’m a victim of my home and not that I’m from there fully and love it there. she tried to gaslight me into thinking Varku was bad. she had gone over some medical information and ran some quick tests or got the equipment running its process then she waited. while she waited she gave me a ring that had a small green gem in it. initially it accidentally went onto my right hand ring finger as I held out my hand to her but she swapped it to the middle finger. during this she said that crystal is said to be from Varku but they don’t know exactly. I was sorta giddy that I had a valuable piece of mineral I could possibly use to my escape. I can’t remember this part too well but she finished up the whole while telling me things as I’m super suggestible on the drug, which she gave me more of, then I was given to the person at the end of the hall to the right which ran parallel to the initial hall I stood in. this new woman sat me down telling me to get comfy and they would take care of me there. in this moment I truly did feel like a child being taken care of, as this drug pumped through me. she said it would all be fine but that we (meaning the medical staff) would have to make some adjustments first. then took out scissors and an electric razor to begin cutting my hair. as it fell around me I started ugly crying, I went to grasp their arms but I was held down in my sitting position arms against the bed now. I cried through the whole thing till she was done and I was let go. running my hands through my hair it was almost all gone. around the top right, back, and entire right side of my head was shaved down to about an inch or 2 left while my left side still had long hair but less than it was before, now it went down to my chin. I could see the long hair on my left in my vision. as my hands ran around my head more clumps of hair fell off, I could make out each individual strand through teary eyes. I felt like utter shit, a bit like I was betrayed, still felt like a child getting their hair cut against their will. the person taking care of me at this point, she came up to me saying it’s all better now and I’m almost done being processed then gave me a wrist cuff that again was rather sci fi but had a matching green gem like the ring had. I felt like they were trying to distinguish me from everyone else visually to show why I was being processed. that reason being Varku. as I looked around and waited to move to the next thing I saw other people going through their processes. the girls/women having the same hair as me then the boys/men having just 1 inch of hair all around buzz cut left.
again, I was looking around and got caught up in details when I felt a jab and was gently laid back onto the bed with white sheets I sat on, drifting to sleep. I could hear them talking but quickly became unrecognizable. then I went unconscious but felt like I was still laying in my body as my senses dulled, as if I had just woken up and didn’t want to. as I drifted in my awareness there was a loud pop and I felt like I had more autonomy. I still felt drugged out of my mind but decided to open my eyes to see I was back in my room, I had woken up.
I completely forgot to include that while going through the first part of the medical process with the woman in the brown suit that she had this memory reading or extracting device. when she was getting it ready to use I was thinking that its a super bad idea and that she really shouldn’t be doing it as it compromises me and leaves me vulnerable but I couldn’t do anything about it. the thought ran through my head that I thought she was very cute and I didn’t want her knowing that.