My closed mind is distorted instability

It was the same thing every night.
I ran through the field, it was a warm summer breeze. It was unlike my own nature to be completely vintage, I was wearing a breezy dress and my hair was long and natural midnight black, waving softly in the wind. I was smiling. I ran softly through the field and tripped purposely to fall backward in the soft grass, the sun felt sweet against my tan skin. I got up like something just hit me, I sit up and crawl back a little, surprised to see it again. The old broken shed house. Everything was oblivion, the field was the same, the weather... the same? Maybe. I ran to the house, I walked around the house, and I realized I didn't feel any wind against me, I put my hand up against what seemed to be a wall, a big cardboard wall of the field, the sky. Just a painted picture. I pushed it, and it fell down flat. I didn't go around the shed, I didn't go in. It didn't feel right.
I ran away.
I tried to run through the field, being completely as far away as possible from the shed house. Hoping that I'd stay away from it, I can be happy in the field. But... after my eyes set on it, nothing seemed real. The grass was dry and felt like straw. The wind was cold against my skin, my cheeks, like night cold wind air, icey, burning my eyes, making them water. The sun didn't even feel like a sun, it just seemed like a light bulb that was turned on in a room. My skin began to literally crack and break apart, I didn't become hysterical, I didn't do anything but watch. Just watch. I wasn't bleeding, when the pieces of me broke off, I didn't see my insides, no veins, no blood, nothing. But as the pieces fell, they became digital, static. I heard a piece drop into laughter, the good kind of laughter, with friends, but when it dropped it disappeared, like a rain drop hitting water. Another small piece, I heard a familiar Hello. A male voice, was he from school, did I pass him when I walked by somewhere? It didn't matter, the piece disappeared. A big piece came off, I was hearing my own voice "Wanna say hi to daddy? He's on the phone" and then it went into static and disappeared. Was I losing my self concious, my rights, my own self? I didn't want to but I did, I lost myself.

Like I was under stress, pressured, gravitational stress, I yelled. And it was as if I was being pulled back, I then realize I couldn't struggle. My arms were uncomfortably locked to me. I looked around in a room, with a table. One light, a door that didn't seem visible since it was the same color as the walls with no designs, pictures, nothing. I fell forward slowly, my hair in my face, looking up I saw a man, his figure seemed familiar, but his eyes were covered by the glare in his glasses. I realized I was in a stray jacket. Looking down my legs looked thinner. On the table was a mirror facing me, I looked into it. To see my face, looked thinner, seems like I haven't eaten correctly in a few weeks, my long hair, covering one side of my face. I looked sad, my eyes were gold. I looked up and I couldn't believe it. With a shocked, out of breath timid and scratched voice I let out in a whisper, "It's you..."

But when I wake up, I don't remember his face... ever.