Dream or Nightmare?

A few weeks ago, I had a dream which was quite surreal and very disturbing. I don't exactly know what to make of it but it was quite interesting to say the least. Anyways, the dream took place in my home town. It was devastated, something happened that reminded me of the game, Half Life 2 or Fall Out 3.

I recall being inside a dark and wet building. There wasn't any paint on the walls and everything was kinda slimy, like a sewer. Inside there were all these people in my age group and graduating class. I suppose people who were commuting to college were stationed here because they were still in the area, but one person in particular, I recognized.

It could have been her last name which started with a "C" because I remember being separated alphabetically. All of us were organized into lines. The room carried an abundance of humans. It felt like a holocaust or some shit.

This may come off as strange but the reason we were waiting in line was to plug in our electrical devices such as an iPod, cell phone, ect. As I approached the front of the line with Cara, the girl I recognized from earlier, she plugged in her iPod.

"Oh, what the hell..." I thought because we were in some sort of crisis and all she can think about is her damn music, sheesh. Then, I came to the outlet with it's multiple cords loosely plugged in and plethora of extension cords plugged in and out of each other. More or less it looked like this. Except a lot dirtier and had sparks coming out of it.

With one look at it, I decided I would try to be the hero and fix it since there were more people waiting to plug their useless gadgets in. I knelt down next to the outlet and started to plug each one of them in more securely. As a result, I got electrocuted.

It was strange, all that energy coming from the wall was searing through my veins, body, and mind. I felt powerless. I could feel every ounce of power exploding through me. It hurt, it hurt bad. I was in such pain that I passed in my dream. I seriously lost consciousness and remembered everything fading to black and hardly remembering anything the moment before I collapsed. Then, in my dream, I regained consciousness. Weird, huh?

This has never happened to me before, it freaked me out. And then something even more unexpected happened when I woke up in my dream. I threw up not once, not twice, but three times. I could clearly taste it in my mouth and just blew chunks all over the floor. It was awful.

I later found myself trying to wash the taste from my mouth with water from some ancient looking water fountain. The architectural style was Chinese. But the water did nothing. My mouth was completely dry and the thrown up remnants in my mouth were being swished around like dried oatmeal. Bleh.

Soon after that, I woke up in real life. Panicking if that were real or if it really was a dream. What did it mean? I think it was nonsense and my brain was playing tricks with me. God Damn.