I had a very disturbing dream.

I recall little of how it began now--I ought to have written this upon waking--but there was an experiment of some kind, involving several people. They were given a pill that would cause them to go blind, partially deaf, lose much of the coherence of their memories, and in sense, go dumb. But only temporarily, or at least, it was supposed to be temporary, although it was not known for how long, nor if there were side effects. There was a long line of people, waiting, approaching a table where they were given the pill and set up for the experiment. It was a line that was just about indistinguishable from a line in a cafeteria, from the atmosphere of the room to the behavior of the people in line. I was not in line, for some reason, but standing off the to side, speaking with one of those in control of the experiment. I am not sure if I was actually one of the members of the team in charge of this experiment, at times I felt that I was, at other times, I felt that I was just very close with the experimentors, or at least one of them, a good friend. After most of the people had taken the pill, and I was walking around, seeing the effects begin to take them, seeing so many of them wandering about with their milky eyes, hardly able to comprehend what was going on around them, I came upon a place in this very large room--all of this was contained in this one enormous room--where there was a row of low bookcases, many of them, at least 10 I would say, creating several short isles of books. I walked into one of the isles to find the person I had been talking with earlier, and he was stacking books into the shelves, they looked like they were children's books, but I was not sure. I crouched down to speak to him, we were trying to be quiet so that no one would hear us. I suddenly realized that I, too, had taken the pill, and as I looked at the row of books before me, they began growing slightly hazy, and I knew that the pill was starting to take effect, and I noticed that my hearing was getting muffled, and I was having a hard time mentally putting things together in my mind, and I became frightened, I kept thinking, What if I don't come back? I tried to look at my friend for comfort, but I was losing it, losing a coherent grasp on what was going on, and everything was getting hazier, more muffled, and I could hardly stand. The last moments of this dream were in fear of the impending unknown that I was just about to be enveloped in, and as my sight and hearing and mental capacities dwindled and dimmed, I woke up.