I was standing atop a machine. A machine about 10ft tall, 15ft in length and about 8ft in width. On one side there were stairs leading to the top of the machine and on the other side a coveyer belt on three big gears. It ran clockwise from the top left to the bottom right, back to the left along the bottom and straight up to the top again. A triangle formation. Sounds confusing but looks great in the pictures I drew. I don't know what the machine was for but It dicarded this small dime size, white, plastic disc's. Like it was punching holes in somthing. I am on the top of the the machine doing my job, whatever it is, when I find myself standing in a large room dressed in billiard colors. The wall infront of me is one big book shelf, wall to wall, celling to floor with the exception af a large rectangular mirror centerally placed. The books to the right of the mirror look like they had been falling off of the shelves when they became frozen in time, motionless. I tried to make my way towards the wall but I can't seem to get any closer. As I struggle to get to the mirror, I majically find myself in a truck driving down the road of a nearby city. My entire family is along for the ride as well as an extra passenger. My father is driving, my mothers in the passenger seat and the three of us siblings in the back along with some stranger. I am all the way on the left side and the stranger beside me. His left arm is streched out, palm against the window. His forearm pressing forcefully against my face. It hurt's. We pass a house on the left with gargoyle statues at the foot of the driveway. My sister comments on how she use to imagine sounds coming from them when she was younger. They scared her she said. The stranger replied, "It won't bother you if you don't let it." finally we arrive to our destination. It's the factory I work at. We're all in this room and the stranger keeps coming in with car bumpers and other parts. I leave the room and walk out to the factory floor. There is news going around that an employee has died somehow. everyone is sad. Things don't feel right. I go to an ex-girlfriends to get away for awhile. She is sleeping in the back bedroom of an apartment that is not familiar to me. I am digging through an ashtray in the living room for a smoke.