Making Prisons out of High Rise Buildings? Controlled by Demons? Head Implants?

Last night I had the most frightening dream that it actually woke me up. Even though it was about 4:00am (a bit to early to get up), I was so unsettled that I couldn't lie in bed -- so I got up. I was in some sort of prison. However, it was not a normal type of prison with bars and walls. It seems to be (as I could tell from some events near the middle of the dream), some sort of high rise building which was being "used" as a prison.

In the beginning of the dream, I was lying in the top bed of a bunk. No one was asleep. It was day time. There were about a dozen other people in the room, all sitting around and talking. I remember feeling afraid that there were so many other people around me and that I was stuck there and couldn't get away from them. Many of the people were very nasty and had an evil feel about them.

Then, one guy who was sitting on the floor stood up and started to take a pile of money away from me that I had sitting on the mattress at the head of my bed. I took it off him and wrapped the money in a bag and put it under my pillow. Everyone in the room seemed to want to "test" me and annoy me. I seemed to be new there, and the center of attention.

Then, I was off the bunk bed and standing in the room. Another guy in the room who was lying at the foot of the bunk beds, on the floor, grabbed me by the leg and tried to pull me close to him. I told him to leave me alone, but he continued. So (and I can't help my dreams, but..) I pounded his face several times with my fist. He let me go and stayed there on the floor. He had a swollen eye.

Then, I made friends with two other people that were in the room. They told me that they knew of a way to escape the building, and that they were going to show me. So, they took me to a hidden hole that lead into some sort of cavity within the building. I am guessing that it was some sort of open space for plumbing and wiring to be concealed. Then, they showed me another opening which went to a caged section that was on the roof of the building. I immediately noticed that there was one area that we could get out, but I perceived that it was "a trap". I perceived that if anyone tried to actually get out through there, that they would either be hurt, trapped or caught. So, I found a way around it all.

I finally (after some climbing and swinging) got myself onto the ledge of the building and found that it was right next to a large bridge (or overpass), and that it was a LONG way down. There was obviously no possible way to get down from where I was. So, we all went back inside to the building -- back into the room, the way we came.

Then, there was some sort of "assembly" required, where everyone from the rooms were meant to gather to. I could see people rushing to the area, but they were hiding. Some were hiding under upside down bins, others were hiding in corners (facing the corners) and others were hiding in cabinets and under tables, or where ever they could, but EVERYONE was holding their hands over their ears as tightly as they possibly could.

Then, the "guards" wheeled a machine into the center of the room which looked like a glorified vacuum cleaner. It was black and had a dome on the top. They turned it on and then I felt the most horrible pressure in my head. I put my fingers in my ears and dropped into a corner, facing the corner. The pain was absolutely, completely and utterly excruciating.

At that point, I became aware that I had an "implant" in my head and so did the others that were all holding their hands over their ears. I realized also, WHY everyone had been trying to find a place to hide. The guards and the helpers in the building did not have to hide or hold their ears, because they didn't have an implant. Or, at the very least, They didn't have the same type of implant.

That is when I started to wake up, and as I was waking up I could hear some sort of demonic voice inside my head, gargling and cussing me. I was NOT a happy camper upon awakening, so I got out of bed. The voice sounded as though it demonic, because it sounded as though it had (like) several voice boxes or something, like many voices talking at once, but at the exact same time. It was NOT a nice voice, and it was NOT saying nice things. I couldn't really understand "what" it was saying, but I got the gist. It didn't like me. Of course, once I was out of bed, I prayed -- and the whole feeling is discontent slowly faded -- as did the demonic voice.