[ CW ] Write a story that seems like it could reveal much with heavy analysis of symbols and events . However , write it with absolutely no thought about symbols or hidden meaning at all . In the comments , furiously debate hidden meanings and symbols of the story .

I open my eyes, and am in a darkened bedroom, lying on top of the bedsheets. 
 
 Everything is the dim grey of our weakened night vision. 
 
 All of a sudden, dozens of hands begin to reach up and through the mattress, but can not penetrate the sheets, and so the covers are suddenly thrashing in turbulent waves, as if to eject me from the bed... a result I bring about, myself, by leaping from the bed in shock. 
 
 The room is pitch black now, and I blink a few times, causing everywhere my eyes are pointing to become illuminated as if by a spotlight. 
 
 There are people with long white sheets draped over their heads and bodies, standing and sitting in various positions around the room, and when I flick my eyes left and right to get a better view at individual presences, my illuminating them with my `` spotlight eyes'' causes their positions to instantaneously re-shuffle. I ca n't get a bead on any particular one of them, and there seem to be an increasing number of entities. There are dozens of these beings in the room now, but I know it's just a dream. 
 
 `` You ca n't scare me, you know,'' I speak aloud to them. 
 
 *'' You ca n't even show me the room of red bodies. `` * 
 
 There is an ancient yawning now, and the room suddenly empties of the others. 
 
 In an instant, it is stripped bare of furnishings, and as the room self-illuminates, the walls morph into a shiny, hard and uneven material the color of clotted blood. The room instantly swells in size to the that of a great warehouse. 
 
 Strewn everywhere, as far as I can see, are emaciated red bodies with a crusted sheen to them like that of candied meat. 
 
 As my eyes widen, I realize that the beings from under the sheets were n't playing around. 
 
 They had powers beyond my imagining. 
 
 **The room of red bodies. ** 
 
 *No... * 
 
 This was bad. It could only get worse from here. 
 
 If they had the power to send me here in a heartbeat... 
 
 I am still aware that my physical body is lying safely in my apartment, and know that the only way out is to make my physical body scream, to jolt itself awake. 
 
 I take a deep breath, and with a ghastly groan in-dream and in real life, induce waking.
