| 7:43a |
Kidnapped!
This was one of those super-realistic dreams. However, not only was it realistic, it did not have the usual nonsensical jumping around that regular dreams do. Everything happened in a logical, time-line manner. It began dreamy, as I was riding a bike to work, and knowing I was going to run late. My knee hurt, and I didn’t think I could make it. I passed by this restaurant. Outside, a guy was standing and he asked if I wanted a ride somewhere. I explained to him where I was going, and he said it was near his house. He didn’t mind giving me a ride. He told me to follow him inside so he could clock out, and I realized it was the restaurant that Spoon’s girlfriend worked in. I didn’t want to go in, but I did. He told them he was leaving, and we got into his car and drove off. I was a little uneasy, but had basically gotten to where I didn’t care. I just couldn’t make it on the bike anymore. He told me his co-workers had been leery about his driving me home b/c they thought he’d take me to his dealer, where he bought heroin, and he laughed. I looked him over again, and noticed he looked a bit flushed and nervous or high-strung. I told him whatever if that’s what he did, but not to bring me along. Well, of course we end up stopping by. I’m not thrilled about this. He goes in, to get his stuff and I stand outside. There are, literally, tons of people at this house. It’s in a crappy neighborhood, a run-down old house. Most are in their late teens, early to mid 20s. They are all their doing and buying drugs. I watch as two girls, obviously identical twins, stand their going about to go in. “Don’t leave me,” one tells her sister, but the sister is already stalking off, having bought her shit. I’m standing outside with all of these people. There are multi cars in the driveway, and people just walking up, milling around, leaving and coming. The guy, who looks similar to the actor Lovitz, but younger, comes out with this bag of white powder. Now, in waking, I know this isn’t correct, but in the dream he pours the whole thing in his mouth and immediately starts acting all hyper, as if he’s on pounds of cocaine. In the dream, this was heroin. A woman walks by, she has short blonde hair, and its apparent she lives here and is a big part in the goings on of this house. She’s walking around, distributing drugs, checking on people. She tells him that she sees he’s taken his heroin and asks him how it is, to which he spastically enthuses and raves on how he’s feeling. We end up just inside the kitchen. The same woman is there, and it is evident to me that she likes this guy, who I find out is named Chuck. Not long after ingestion, he starts to come down and feel bad. Like shit and he looks like shit, too. He starts yelling at me and at her, and she says something about his not liking people much when he was like this, and maybe we should leave. (Note, at this part of the dream, Baret is with me. He continues to be so, until I indicate later. Though, I believe this was not necessarily Baret, but another incarnation of him as this dream was realistic and vivid enough to have been a past or future memory. If this is something I really experienced, or will experience in a future life, he was or will be there, but I believe he was female...b/c no other men are in the position he falls into with the rest of us. I think I only saw him as Baret b/c that is how I know him in this life. This feels very right to me.) He goes off the deep end, wanting to know why we don’t like him, and why in the hell we’re leaving. Then, things get really fucked up. I don’t remember the details of this part, but needless to say men are stupid and men who have eaten away most of the brains they have with powerful, synthetic drugs are even stupider. Somehow, Chuck decides to take all the women in the place, except the blonde-hair chick who I think was named Tammy, and lock them in a giant closet. No one is leaving. All I remember around this time was immediately after; Chuck and the few male friends that stuck around for this stupidity opening a closet door and all these girls and young women are in there crying. I’m one of them (Baret was, too, and this is the last he is in the dream). They pull a girl out, and slam the door, leaving everyone in darkness. The dream seemed to fast forward, to where this went on for years. Of course, I don’t remember details - I probably don’t want to - but next thing I see in the dream is either months or 1-2 years in the future. I see everything as third-person now. The girls are all prisoners, sex slaves. Chuck, and four male friends live here, along with Tammy. She’s his girlfriend, but she is afraid of him. He’s completely lost it, as delusion and grandeur are prominent in his mind - he is king of this sex palace. The guys are afraid of him, and listen to him. The girls stay in the closet, are chained to furniture around the house. Sometimes they can walk around. We’re all unclothed, and they take us and rape and beat us whenever they feel the desire. There were about 8-10 women slaves. The men, all nasty do nothing but eat, watch TV, do drugs and fuck up the slaves. They think this is the coolest thing - b/c they’re getting away with it. They think Chuck is one awesome guy for orchestrating the whole thing. I see one of the guys harassing Tammy in the kitchen, asking him why she lets her boyfriend fuck all these girls. She tells him to fuck off. She looks much changed from the day I arrived - circles under her eyes and strung out. Next, I see myself walk into the living room. Only one guy is in there, sitting on the floor watching TV. I hear Chuck in the bedroom, fucking one of the girls. I hear the bed squeaking, his yelling and grunting, her screaming. It’s a regular sound in this house. I try to ignore it. The door to the kitchen is closed, and I know no one is in there. Meekly, eyes cast down (we’re not allowed to look at them), I ask him, “May I go into the kitchen?” He tells me yeah, not able to be torn from his television. I sneak in, and look around. No one. Quickly, I go over to the door that leads outside and open it as quietly as possible. Once outside, I drop to the ground and crawl on the grass until I’m behind some tall bushes. Then I crouch until I make it to the street. Once there, and near out of sight from the house, I run. This elation is mixed mostly with terror that they’re coming after me, and shock at being out in the open. We must’ve been captive for quite a long time. I see a black man in his yard, watering flowers and his little girl. I run towards them, screaming “help me” and “they kidnapped me”. The little girl is shocked, and tells her father to make me leave. But, I run straight into his arms. He obviously can see something terrible has happened to me. The minute he puts him arms around me, I begin bawling. He picks me up and carries me into the house.
I know not if the police went and rescued the other girls, but that is what I felt happened. The next I see, are the five men, sitting outside in their backyard. I imagine they’re out on parole or something. They’re discussing how cool their little set-up was while it lasted, and how could they do it again. A shadow looms from behind them, and they look up to see a group of men standing behind their waist-height bushes. One leans forward and throws a photograph at them. “Remember this girl?” he asks. “That’s my sister.” Other photos are thrown at them and a chorus of “that is my daughter”, “that’s my girlfriend” rings out. The men know they’re in major trouble now. The men line them up in front of the bushes, and the guys try to sweet talk their way out of the mess. One gets shot in the foot for this very thing. At the sound of the gun, Tammy runs out on the upstairs balcony and yells, “No.” One of the family members’ gets her. She knows her fate, and tries to laugh but is crying. She looks so strung out now, it’s awful. The man walks her a few feet away from the others, makes her kneel on the grass, then shoots her with in the stomach with her rifle, and walks away. I remember the blood, her crying and grabbing her stomach and knowing she wasn’t going to die right away. She knew it, too, and I felt that, in some way, she knew she deserved it. I didn’t see them kill the rest of the men - though I know they made them kneel and shot them execution style one-by-one....after beating the crap out of them. Sounds more like a movie than a dream, doesn’t it? It felt like it.
After that, I remember pieces of a dream where I was dating Mico, and he introduced me to his mom. She really liked me, and was hoping I could straighten him out - lead him away from the life he was living. I remember staying with her at some point, and her husband - whom I don’t know. He just slept a lot and snored. She didn’t like him, and I think he beat her.
I woke up after all this.
Current Mood: scared |