Dreamt last night that I went to the room in the lab. The metal door was open. I stood in the doorway, staring at the globular mass of fungus and the grey scar that ran down its middle. With a wet tearing sound, like soup pouring on a tile floor, the seam began to split. Sticky strands of white held, then broke.

It was an eye. A huge, red eye.

I fled.

I woke up feeling sicker than I've ever felt. My head was pounding, my stomach squeezing rhythmically. I've spent the whole day in here. I'm going back to bed.