Sandman Campus Security

Another trying to leave university dream. This is recall from waking up very early AM, so I’m getting better:

I was in what was ostensibly my dorm room, but it looked more like my grandparent’s living room. There was so much stuff to pack and get rid of. Drawers full of junk. Appliances. I complained to my brother who was visiting me:

“I’ve gotta sell that sewing machine, the HiFi, couch… and then throw out everything else. So much shit to sort through in just two months.”

I heard some loud techno music ramping up to my far right, signaling that my grandparents had returned from their walk. They were pretty active people, so it made sense in a weird sorta way.

Next, my little brother wanted to visit campus security for some reason. I kept trying to explain to him that there was nobody down there who could help him at that late hour. He kept insisting and I went with him anyway.

We were in an elevator with someone who was dressed like a cop. He was very stiff and unnatural in his demeanor. He looked dangerous. I held my brother back from following after the stiff, strange looking security man and pointed at the tiled floor where he had been standing.

The guard left a small puddle of piss on the floor; having let the yellow discharge leak out down his leg. He groaned and seemed to be moving with some difficulty.

“Don’t go near that guy, bro. He’s literally made of sand.” I warned.

“What am I made of?” My brother asked.

“You are made of mud, of course.” I replied.