This give me shivers

Some reason for wandering around a nice residential area like hastings ranch. I remember a science teacher somewhere between Ms. Hines and Ms. Allen. I was in a special group of selected students working on a project for her. We were climbing up these ladders. They were somewhere between a jacob's ladder and towers of babylon. I was excited because I was working with a really attractive man and I thought something was going to happen. I was happy to be on the quest for universal truth with him. We went up the first two towers. I don't have any idea what happened up there or how we ended up on the ground each time. I went up the last one. We had gotten inside. It seemed like the entrance to BAM. There were men in white uniforms. Two of the guys I was with (who I don't really remember being with earlier) had jumped the guys in white uniforms and taken their clothes to disguise themselves. I was still wearing my shirt. One of the boys patrolling the area, which looked like a large auditorium or concert hall, pointed at my shirt. He was confused because he didn't understand the skull on it. Like he had never really faced death so he couldn't understand it. Which is why killing was perfectly natural for him. I was standing with the two men I had come with. I felt a little betrayed because they had seemed to know what was going on but hadn't told me. I realized then that the really attractive one had dissapeared. The speeches began. It felt like the holocaust. It was a speech to the troops before the process began. I started to run. I went back towards the entrance and went down the stair well. The ramp I had come up was not a possibility. I don't know why. I kept on running past these doors which was were the victims were suppossed to be put. I had this desperate feeling of needing to escape. I got all the way down the stairs. This was like a storage area. There was a long front room with tools and and construction/maintenance vehicles and coffee. Off of this there were several smaller rooms. It felt like storage for a theatre, not backstage but like where they keep old sets. I felt really safe there, but it also seemed way too easy. Like how could I have gotten in here and everyone else would be stuck upstairs. I think the notion that I had gotten to the whole concentration camp differently made it possible for me to escape. Although I knew that that wouldn't have stopped anyone from killing me. At first I thought there were hobos in some of the bedding. I found a fully set up house in one of the storage shelves. A family walked by. I felt really guilty for having gotten the house first. They dissapeared. There was an old guy there with me. I wasn't really myself anymore. I was a young girl. She reminded me of like the little boy from cowboy bepop. Time passed. I had become friends with the old guy and had lived there for a few years. I could go to the outside of the storage room, like on the roof. I was worried about security cameras. for some reason I knew that even if they weren't there they didn't work. There was a couple of ladders leading off the roof. There were guards in the parking lot. I could have ran for it. The was a chain link fence but the doors were open. Some one else was about to. And I had my children back inside. It was ryan, he was wearing a military jacket. I was happy to see a familiar face. I realized that the gate led back to suburbia. To that one street were there was no place to buy cigarettes but a nice green golf course. I went back inside. The next day the gate was locked and they had set up another fence that looked like the one around PHS. I came back to the old man and my kids. There were men coming. I was a little scared. They were looking at my children with this malicious desire in their eyes. I realized i had nothing to worry about because I had turned my children into blueberry muffins somehow. Then I realized how dumb that was bcause they would just eat them. Somewhere around here the dream skipped and went back to me first getting to the place. This time I was wearing a shirt with a security camera on it. As I was heading downstairs I saw all the different rooms were filled almost to the top with dirty sewage water.I got down to the floor I had been at. the old man wasn't there. I had no kids. I was packing a bag because I knew that I had been called for and it was time to go. I was debating what I should put into the bag and the old man was right there next to me. I was imagining flinging the bag over the fence. I realized I should take my kids instead and they wer back as well. There was a lot of blue and on the other side of the parking lot in my back yard was the resistance movement that I was going to be with.