Leave in Conditioner part 3

I stood in silent terror in this room of equidistant tranquility. My mouth hung open in quivering anti gravity bottom lip respect for the undead as the bats on the ceiling fell one by one to the floor. One after the other they fell and as they did tooth after tooth from my mouth floated from my own mouth and merged itself with the most immediate category of drop ceiling available. I saw out of the corner of my eye a bearded man in a pristine powder bleu jump suit with thick glasses leaving the room through a secret door. He had his arm cuffs rolled up revealing two fore arms of extraordinarily hairy constitution. He pushed a carpet cleaning machine with a sinister smile drooling a maniac laugh track. That was the moment I recognized the carpet was drenched in sinister chemicals. As the bats fell from the ceiling, the carpet absorbed them in neon digital aftershocks that spread as far as they could across the virgin pile , but never far enough to make to make themselves known to the world that was paralleled. I felt my feet crumble and corrode beneath me and I looked down to see a pool of my own dark blood massing beneath my dissolving legs and spreading out in zig zag patterns across the carpet. As my body disintegrates before me the room assumes an unfortunate strobe light atmosphere. The pure carpet is merging into a blood swamp of my own melting flesh and before me and in this pulsing non reality the dentists sit. They sit in front of the sky box window that, if I could look out from it I know would offer a vision of the revival of the undead going on below. But there they sit, silently, in somehow threatening furniture that blocks me from seeing out there. Not saying a word yet saying everything, Not doing a thing yet doing everything.I struggle to step forward as my physical form succumbs to the disintegrating effects of the carpet cleaning chemicals. As I approach the dentists I am down to my knees in blood and bones. I can hear things from beyond the window that are inspiring my soul. I need to see what is causing such a reaction from the mass of the undead down below. The music....the words...of which I can only hear bits and pieces....so inspiring ... but to a revered and non specific goal....I struggle forward and I see the dentists own legs are dissolving into the carpet. I crawl forward splashing blood and perseverance as I go. I approach their dissolving bodies as they begin to laugh maniacally. Each of my hands comes down hard in puddles of dentist blood where their legs are being eaten by the chemicals and I look up at them confused. My hands and wrists are now dissolving in their own bubbling ankle meat....I look up to their faces... left to right.... one to the other...their faces are tilted back off their shoulders in their chairs laughing uncontrollably... animatronic...I look forwards as they reach hands out towards each other and connect... I continue forward with my last effort towards the seeking of knowledge and what I might learn from seeing through the window beyond the dentists. I lunge forward through their holding of hands and a flash of white light takes over everything.