I had a nightmare.
Actually I had 3. All very similar. 2 Short dreams leading up to one long, very
vividly coherent one.
Dream 1: It seemed like
Modern Medieval times. Our current state of knowledge wrapped in a
dungeon/castle dwelling. I was “in” none of my dreams, only seeing things play
out like a movie. There was a man –old, white, wearing long dress robes like a
pope. He was the “leader” of this pseudo religious group who had not only
revived a Racist Regime against black people but had turned society back on its
head with regard to their beliefs. They weren’t “in hiding”, they were out and
proud about their stance.
The leader was walking
through his castle of stone and gray brick when another man came up to him and
handed him a letter. The letter was from the “Voldemort” of another racist
group –more like a very powerful and frightening underground cult. This cult
was known for killing not just blacks, but also anyone they suspected of
supporting them. The leader wanted the support of this cult and also wanted to
make sure to respect its leader so he wasn’t at risk of being killed.
He opened the letter.
The stationary it was written on was beautiful, in a dark sort of way. It was
stained deep blue with metallic silver symbols faded on it. The text itself was
written with symbols that resembled letters. You could read them together as
words, but the individual “letters” were actually images. The letter itself
stated that the “Voldemort” leader had received an invitation from the Mr. Pope
wannabe and decided to demand some things. Usually someone demands things “in
order to”, like “if you want me to come to your party, you have to do this and
this…”. But this letter stated: Get 6 white men who work closely with you. Make
each hold $100,000 worth of gold brick. Give these men over to me to work for
me from now on. Basically he demanded $600,000 right off the bat.
One of the men glanced
at the letter and turned to “Mr. Pope” and asked him what they should do.
Without hesitation he said, “Gather some gold from the vault and gather 6 of
our best men.” Mr. Pope really wanted Voldy to like him.
Then the letter said,
“I will visit your congregation and if I find it appealing I may decide to
attend your event…” What seemed like 5 minutes later, Voldy showed up with his
crew. Voldy looked more like Darth Vader actually. He had a black mask on and a
black cloak. He greeted Mr. Pope and then took off his helmet. He did not wear
the helmet to disguise his face, but mostly because he liked the dramatic
entrance it created when he was meeting someone new.
Voldy was actually a
man in his 40s who seemed slightly ragged and tired. He looked distant and kind
of depressed. Bored. Mr. Pope turned to go get something and Voldy was left
alone leaning against a bench. Then he looked over and noticed a man in his mid
30s. He seemed brave, but not necessarily commanding. Voldy and this man made
eye contact and Voldy recognized him. He gave a glance of respect and
admiration towards the man who didn’t really care ultimately but also didn’t
want to piss Voldy off. Then the man’s 10 year old daughter was playing and
came near Voldy. The daughter of Mr. Pope saw her and yelled at her and started
to pick on her. Immediately a guard came over and grabbed the man’s daughter
from behind and started dragging her away. The girl’s father went to free her
from the guards and the guards then grabbed him and started carrying him away.
Voldy was just about to protest when Mr. Pope came by and explained to Voldy
that the man in his 30s had recently been found to be a supporter of black
people.
Voldy in that moment
felt dismayed in the fact that someone he admired had been treated so poorly
and slightly disappointed that the man he admired also had differing views than
him. He secretly wished that men could be treated fairly even if they
“sympathize” with black people, but if Voldy even thought about suggesting it
his followers would turn on him and kill him.
Dream 2: Dream 2 began
with the man in his 30s escaping a “prison/dungeon”. He ran through the castle
with a dark blue cloak sailing behind. He was kind of like Zorro at this point.
He swerved into a room in the castle, and there lying in a bed was a naked woman
he had been looking for. She seemed Russian in temper –kind of hard and cold in
some ways and sarcastic and longing in others. She and the 30 year old had had
a past love affair –they still had feelings for each other. But she had
recently been taken by a “lord of the manner” and had decided it was better to
develop feelings for him so she could manipulate him into giving her some level
of freedom back. She sort of liked him, but not really. At this moment he had
her arms in chains tied to each side of the bed.
When she saw the 30
year old she thought he was going to kill her. Instead he freed her from the
chains and asked her to come with him. Since they still had feelings for each
other and he had just sort of freed her and there was a bed and she was naked…
some things occurred. Afterwards they heard the “lord of the manner” coming and
were instantly dressed which was pretty shocking for me to see as a viewer
–kind of a “how did that happen?” moment.
The 30 year old decided
to jump out the balcony and scale his way across the side wall back to the
front of the room where he had entered. The lord of the manner seeing him flee
turned to go out the front door and meet him there. Instead the 30 year old
swung from a rope and knocked the lord of the manner in the face with his boot.
He then grabbed the woman and they quickly stole a horse and road off together.
Dream 3:
The time: “Present day”
because there were cars.
The location: Seemed
like L.A. or Britain, it was hard to tell since so many of the buildings were
run down or in ruins. It was summer, sun was out, it was warm. Some streets had
pavement, most were just dirt roads. There had been a war that was either still
going on somewhere in another country or had just ended. They were in a
recession.
The dream started with 3
orphans. One girl and 2 boys ages 8-10. The girl wasn’t related to the two
boys, but they loved her like a sister and looked out for her. The orphans had
escaped the orphanage about 2 years earlier and continuously fled from the authorities.
They had been running when the two boys accidently got separated from the
blonde little girl.
She was a fast runner
in a faded pink dress. 2 men were after her –one we will call Van Helsing. The
Van Helsing man was a Sherriff specifically put in charge of finding the two
boys and to a lesser extent the girl. The man who was running after her with
him was another police officer who had been in the area when the kids were
spotted. The girl was weaving in and out of restaurants and at one point a horse
stable, climbing over walls and shooting past workers. The cop turned to Van
Helsing and asked why the girl was running 0genuinely confused why a child
would run away from people trying to send her to an orphanage where she would
be looked after and taken care of. Van said that he had done a brief background
check on the girl and found out he man who had previously adopted her had raped
her and she was therefore not a big fan of men or being “readopted”.
The two boys had gotten
close to being caught when they spotted a hole in a rocky mountain side. The
hole was big enough for them to slide down into a tight cavern. That opened up
deeper in. The boys then spotted some benches and seats that looked like they
had been on a bus or train at one point then discarded. They decided that the
benches would be a good place to sleep on for the night. As they continued on,
the cavern opened completely and led out to a shaded area where trees had grown
over like a half-roof. The cave ended and the open space led into a park where
people were picnicking and wandering around. The people could not see the
cavern from around the corner of some rocks blocking its view, but the boys
could peer out and see the people clearly.
The boys decided to
make a run for it when they thought no one was looking and headed out towards a
restaurant to steal some food. When they got to the restaurant there was an
event going on. Some woman was speaking about the “orphan situation” and how
kids needed to be rounded up and sent to holding centers. The boys got angry
and started destroying and tearing down posted pictures of “missing kids” who
were being hunted down for running away.
One of the adults saw
what the boys were doing and ordered a 12 year old boy to grab them and bring
them to the man. The boys looked at the 12 year old and stopped him by showing
him a picture of a boy who had gotten some sort of mouth disease due to malnutrition.
They said, “After the boy was adopted his mouth healed, but when you throw salt
on the sides of his mouth it burns as if the disease never left.” The boys then
quickly threw salt on the side of the 12 year olds mouth and it started to burn
him. One boys said, “See, I thought you had the disease. Wait, you must have
been sold at an auction and bought as an ‘orphan’, You’re an orphan too. You
should join us.”
After about a couple
seconds of reflection the 12 year old agreed and decided to run away with them.
Thus began the “revolution”. Kids at this time had lost many parents in the war
and “orphans” were then being sold in the form of adoption. These bought
children would then be treated as slaves and were often abused or used as
living tools by their “parents”.
These 2 boys started to
become very well known for starting the movement for kids to run away from
authorities to remain free and push for their own civil rights. This is why the
Sheriff was so focused on capturing them.
At one point the Sheriff
was resting outside of the home of a middle income household. He looked and
noticed a group of 6 boys walking together about 20 feet away. He then spotted
one of the 2 boys he was looking for. This boy was the “Batman” and the other
boy who wasn’t there was more like his wing-man “Robin”. When he saw the boy he
decided the best thing to do would be to frighten him into submission. He aimed
his gun at the boys who had no clue he was even in the area and the shot fired
struck one of the boys in the back. When the boy fell bleeding, the kids
screamed and quickly scattered in all directions.
The sheriff chased
after the “Batman” leader of the boys. The boy ran down side streets and weaved
in and out of stores. He finally came to a wealthy Victorian house, white and
beautiful behind a black gate. He climbed into the window of the house and was
eating some food in the kitchen when the 2 women living there saw him and
screamed. The boy jumped back out of the window and headed back towards the
gate to jump it. From behind the sheriff finally got a hold of his tattered
shirt midway over the gate. The shirt ripped and the sheriff was left holding
what was left of it while the boy looked back at him from the other side of the
gate.
Frustrated and lost to
anger, the sheriff raised his gun to the boy who was just starting to run from
him. He shot and the boy fell to the ground. Immediately the sheriff panicked
–knowing he was NOT supposed to kill the boy. He quickly grabbed up the boy and
ran to his friend’s house to figure out what to do.
The sheriff’s friend
was calm. Staring down at the dead body of the boy he said, “Just say that you
never found the boy. You should retire; you’ve been sheriff for over 15 years
now. If you retire they’ll give you a nice position and a better salary than
you have now. You’ll be named a town hero and no one will ever find out about
this. Just burry the body”.
Eventually word reached
“Robin” that his best friend and the leader of the movement had been killed.
For a while the kids had secretly taken “missing kid” photos that had been
posted of him and passed them around like baseball cards so each kid would know
what the leader of the movement looked like. After they all found out he died
these images were duplicated and passed out on a mass scale. Even some adults
who supported the movement got hold of some to secretly continue on the hope
that the kids could be treated better.
At one point the boy
came across the Sheriff. As usual he was resting on a hammock outside someone
else’s house. The boy walked up to him and took the gun out of his holster. The
boy debated shooting the sheriff in the face, but couldn’t bring himself to
take the man’s life. Instead he pointed the gun at the sheriff’s foot and
decided to “maim” him instead. The boy couldn’t figure out how to work the gun
though and the sheriff woke up and just started laughing at the boy for his
failed attempt at shooting him. The sheriff grabbed the gun and the boy started
running away. He managed to find a house to hide in. He climbed up through the
window and hid under a table.
Shortly after he was
spotted by two women living there. They chased him out of the house and tried
to catch him to hand him over to the authorities. As they were chasing him,
they lost sight and he got away. As they continued their search for him they
spotted a group of kids dressed in dirty clothes walking down a street. The headed
over to the kids, thinking the boy was probably with them.
Then a man walking
towards the group of kids picked up a gun and told the kids to get down on the
ground. The kids kneeled to the ground and 10 seconds later all but one was
blown away. Left crouching with her shaking hands covering her head was the
only girl in the group. The man quickly grabbed her arm and dragged her to her
feet. He started yelling at her saying, “You thought you could get away from me…”
He raised his gun as if to slap her across the face with it, when he spotted
the two women frozen and staring. He lowered his gun, grabbed the girl, and
walked away.
The last scene I saw
was a little blonde girl being taken to an orphanage. The head of the orphanage
was a man who had a huge scathe in place of his right hand like Captain Hook.
The kids were terrified of him and he ruled with strict deliverance.
He scheduled everything
the kids did. You ate when he told you it was time. You read when he told you
it was time. You got up when he told you to get up. Any suggestion of an
activity not previously permitted by the man was quickly put down.
But this little girl
was new. For some reason she was not afraid of him. She got up and walked over
to him when he came to check on the kids (who were silently reading at the
time). “I need a nap”, the girl said. The man rejected her request. The girl
tried to explain that she had a sleeping disorder and could not sleep at night
and therefore needed to sleep now or she would pass out. He took what she said
into consideration, but then rejected her again.
Then she turned and
started walking over to the bed. He yelled at her, “Where are you going.” She
looked plainly back at him and said she was going to sleep. He demanded she
come back over to him. She did. He yelled her a warning of what he would do if
she didn’t listen to him. She looked him in the eye and said she didn’t care
what he said. He then grabbed her and put his scathe around her throat. He was
whispering more threats in her ear when two women walked in.
The two women were
there to pick up a boy they were adopting. When they saw what the man was doing
they yelled to their new boy to quickly come with them and told the man they
were going to report him to the authorities. The little girl seemed calm and
knowing at that point –like justice had been served. He let the girl go.
Then I woke up. The
dream was very coherent and vivid. It was weird.