I'm in a very large room, bigger than a football field, dimly lit, high-ceilinged, cavernous. The only thing in it is a semi truck, which is oddly narrow, and parked near one end of the room. The room has a door at the far end, away from me. There is another person as well, the driver of the truck, who is there to show me how to operate it. We are first standing beside it, then we climb inside and he points out some kind of dial on the dashboard that more or less makes sense but I can't remember its function.
We exit the cab and walk around the truck, inspecting tires etc. Two things then happen. One is that someone enters the building by the distant door, I think in another vehicle. Whoever they are, they make the driver and myself uncomfortable. Maybe we shouldn't be there? The other is that the driver points out to me that there are two bodies stored in the back of the truck above the rear wheels, one on each side. The area above the wheels is semi-transparent and it's possible to see the small chambers there, though they are shadowed and difficult to make out. Inside each is a body wrapped in dirty rags, something like a loosely wrapped mummy. The bodies are clearly dead. I can see a foot and part of a leg, a body part here and there poking through. Their skin is pale and waxy, stretched tightly over the bones. Anxiety mounts. I can now see that one of the bodies' faces is visible, and the mouth is contorted into a gaping scream. I have the growing sense that the bodies are my parents.
I wake suddenly, distraught and scared. It takes a long time to get back to sleep, and I don't really rest for the remainder of the night.
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