My Door

This must be a dream. The atmosphere is different. It's a normal day at retail. Or perhaps its not. The obvious is that it's a dream, or could it be the beginning of a nightmare? The appearance of the workplace is different, but I see everyone is here: my close friends, my father, the supervisors, managers. But the moment I set foot into the place through the front doors, I felt something dark. Like a rollercoaster ride, twisting and turning through the tracks, my vision hurries me to a part of the store I am familiar with, and not a moment passes when instantly my sight returns to the present. I knew immediately there was a problem and I knew exactly where. 

On the western side of the store, where my vision took me, across from my department, there is a door. It should be for exiting in case of an emergency, but the reality is far from it. The door is calling me. It's wanting me. My head throbs and my muscles seem to take in a extreme amount of relaxation as my body leans toward the door. Associates are gathered and speaking of the door, disregarding my behavior. My buddy sees me and grabs me by the arm, and begins to explain there is absolutely nothing at the other end, just a "white light," not acknowledging what I had just done. His gaze at me hinted that I gave a blank look, or his words were upon deaf ears. 

I go to it and open the door and its when everyone finally observes the person reacting to the event. 

He is right. 

The world is white, but there is a ground, or something that looked as floor. It had a reflection of the upper world, but there was technically no upper world. I didn't know exactly what I was looking at. I wanted to step, but everyone advised me not to. I picked up an item and threw it. The item clatters at contact with obvious ground, and settles. The world changes, everything fades into purple and blue. It's like a virus of the real world. Everything is flashing like a disco hall, but the colors and the luminosity appeared more of an angry tone.