the tiny Town

First I remember hearing a voice from outside, as if it were being broadcast out loud.  It sounded angry and intense, it was a loud murmur of hateful insults that I felt annoyed yet tolerable of and tried to not listen.  It was as if I was used to it, it was natural to everyone.  I also felt sick, like a fever.  Perhaps the voices were only annoying because I had sickness making me irritable.  I walked into a hospital, it was late and dark inside the building except the light around the clerks desk.  I spoke to the clerk, and I also felt an overwhelming sexual attraction to her, of which I had thoughts of briefly while explaining to her I had a fever.  She told me there's nothing they can do so I left, when I got to a small house that was my unfamiliar home, there was a man there.  I didn't recognize him, he was Anglo with black hair and trimmed beard, same age as I.  He was in progress of unpacking his things in one of the rooms, I asked if he was alright.  He said yes but he needed somewhere to store his clothes, and I thought of an idea.  My father has an old dresser he's not using that (in real life, I kept in my apartment empty for a long time before throwing it away).  The dresser was with my father in the dream, and he worked at the hospital as a phlebotomist.  I told my new roommate (I guess) that we can go back to the hospital and get it from him, when my intention really was to see that clerk again, and again sexual thoughts entered my imagination.  We left, and inside the hospital there was another light in a waiting area, full of people who were crying or staring at the floor with dull, listless eyes.  It felt really fuckin' sad in that room, so I asked the clerk what was going on.  She was the same clerk, but in a different body, someone I recognized, and the sexual desire for her was still there.  She said the voice outside was making them sick with sadness.  I then wanted to see the source of that angry voice, it was dawn and the large hospital windows glowed bright from dirty streaks catching the rising sunlight.  Outside, I looked for the voice, I was fixated on seeing a sound system attached to the power line poles or the rooftops of taller buildings.  I saw something else that was pretty bizarre for me.  The giant was unreal and unbelievably large, the entire town could have fit on a fingertip.  The sun was slowly revealing more and more, I could see its legs were lined with a series of hollow holes, as well as its arms,staggered rows like the arrangement of a wasps nest.  It triggered my tryptophobia and made me not want to see any more, it was so disgusting (it's that gross for me to type about it anymore), but I wanted to see the face and be sure that was the voice.  It knelt facing down at the town, moving slightly and slowly, still a giant silhouette being slowly uncovered as the sun rises.  It had seven horns that came from its lower back neck.  They were massive and each was a half circle, one circling over the top of the head and three down both sides.  The horns were not sharp, instead had four sides down the length and ended in a blunt square.  It looked like if u ever pressed Play-Doh through a hollow square, and it curls over.  When I finally looked at the face, it was human-like.  Its head nodded with each hateful murmured remark, but the lips don't move.  Next I saw its skin, which reminded me of putting aluminum foil over a grill.  It was gray-black like soot, crinkled and had reflective bits where the foil still showed.  I then realized the face was not real, but like a mask, because the hateful words were muffled and unclear even though they boomed like lightning, and its expression never changed, just the head nodded rhythmically with its insults directed at the town.  That's all I remember.