So last night I dreamed that I was riding in a bus across the countryside with a bunch of other people. I had the feeling that we were on the run from someone. We stopped overnight on a hill, and when we woke up in the morning and looked over the hill, and spotted a sort of food shop (in the middle of nowhere. Yeah.) So the whole group of us walked down there to eat and stock up on food for the continued journey.
Then the dream shifted into a castle. All of us were...slaves to powerful rich people. I don't know if this was taking place before running away on a bus or if we had been captured. Two giant muscle-bound men dragged me into one room and attempted to chain me to a table on the orders of my master (you can guess what for), but I somehow managed to escape them.
I was running through the hallways and staircases, gathering the other slaves and getting them to escape. The ones who called themselves our masters were gathered in a stadium for some major event, so we only had to avoid their lackeys in our dash for freedom.
I know this was a short dream, but it was unique.
Woah... The life you live in those dreams of yours...
ReplyDeleteExciting, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteTerrifying, morelike.
ReplyDeleteThen again, rape doesn't scream exciting to me, just anger.
Well, I was able to escape, you see, so the dream didn't turn into a nightmare. The nightmares are the ones where I can't run, can't scream, and there's no one who will come to save me.
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