Dreams:Death

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In this section you will find dreams and their assessment in relation to death and survival

Dream about abduction and torture

I have rarely remembered dreams, throughout my whole life. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve been able to remember a dream so, waking up from sleep in the middle of the night BECAUSE of a dream I was having, was quite unusual. I should have gotten up and written about it then but, didn’t so, now the details are kind of sketchy…

I don’t know where I was going or coming from but, I was driving, at night. All of a sudden, a bright spotlight was shining on the car – from up above. Then, a barricade, of sorts, was ‘shot’ into the road in front of me, forcing me to stop. It was like giant swords were shot down into the pavement, in quick succession, forming a line across the road. So I pulled to the side of the road, stopped and got out of the car. When I looked up, there were these dudes in camo uniforms dropping to the ground on ropes/lines from a helicopter. I was like – WTF? Then, I was grabbed and told I was coming with them. I didn’t ride in the helicopter – some vehicle took me to a building I didn't recognize and I was led to the door and instructed to knock. A female answered the door and, she was grabbed and taken too (don’t know who she was). As we were taken away from the doorway, I noticed a male -that looked like one of my brothers - had come to the door and looked out for a second then ducked back in, as if he was hiding. We were then taken to some kind of military facility.

I didn’t resist these people, as I realized there would be no point and, because I was certain that there had been some kind of mistake – there had to have been because, I just couldn’t imagine that ‘I’ had done anything ‘wrong'- After all, I’m a law abiding citizen. It just didn’t make any sense. There was a lot of commotion at this facility – lots of people coming and going - and we were taken to a big metal building. There was an office in the middle of a big open area where I assumed I’d get a chance to talk to someone in charge to clear up this misunderstanding. The female was bound and gagged and laying on a bench. I was just sitting there waiting to talk to someone. No one had told me why I was brought here. No one had ‘read me my rights’ so, I figured I wasn’t being arrested. I was still clueless.

I never got the chance to talk to anyone in authority. This husky young Brian Bozworth looking guy – mid twenties – came and took me to this arena type area. It was like one of those cage fighting scenes, reminiscent of “Mad Max, Thunderdome”, surrounded by bleacher seats filled with all these military guys whooping and hollering shit I couldn’t understand. The dude that took me there was yelling shit at me and I only caught part of the words: "teach you a lesson"... “set an example”... when the realization hit me that this must be Homeland Security. By LAW: they didn’t have to tell me why they picked me up; they didn’t have to read me my rights; they could hold me indefinitely; they could torture me; and, they didn’t have to notify my family or ANYBODY that they had taken me into custody. Basically, they could make me disappear – without a trace. But, what had I done? Was I a ‘threat to National Security’? The only thing I’d ever done was write some stuff on the internet about Equality and an Equal Money System. And some stuff about religious brainwashing. Was that what this was all about?

I was kind of looking around wondering just how brainwashed all these fucking idiots were and how I wasn’t a ‘threat’ to anyone when, all of a sudden, this guy slammed into me – just knocked the living shit out of me. As I got up I saw that he had this rig on that had bungie straps hooked to a belt around his waist that was suspended from the ceiling. He lunged at me and knocked the shit out of me again then bounced back up to the side of this ‘cage’. Everyone in the bleachers was yelling encouragement – to him – while he was yelling at me and, as he lunged at me again, I remember breathing and thinking: I never was a big fan of fighting – it just wasn’t my thing – but, I wish I’d have stayed in better shape and maybe I’d be able to defend myself – at least a little – cause this guy wants to kill me. When he slammed into me again, I woke up.

I looked around the room and ‘thought’ man, that was one fucked up dream. C wasn’t in bed, yet – she had met with A for SRA last night and, sometimes stays up for a while after their meetings. So, I rolled over onto my side, pulled the covers up over my head, and went back to sleep...