Therese Aline
01-22-2008, 08:54 AM
It was rather intense, but I wouldn't called it a nightmare. Just thought I'd share.
I dream America has become controlled by Nazi's and we're hiding out in Nick's [my older brother] apartment. It's on the third story, so movement inside is hard to see, and it's over a restaurant. At first it was a matter of getting through the restaurant without being seen and ID'd, but somewhere along the line we've become allies with the people that were running the restaurant. I never see any police eating in the restaurant.
The apartment is real nice, very spacious and lot's of windows, but we have to keep the blinds closed at all times. I feel safe here though.
I'm in Food World [where I work] standing by the doors when I see a cop car pull up and I panic. I start running to the back to hide, then Mr. Lawson [my boss] calls a bunch of people to the office over the intercom, including me, and I figure if I could turn around and get to the office before the cop gets in the store, I might be safe. Vicki [my manager and one of my best friends] stops me though. She has a basket with onions and garlic and stuff and asks me if I need anything. I thanked her and told her no, we have enough food, then I left the store.
I'm back at the apartment with Mom and Maria [my sister] when a black man breaks into the apartment. Mom has a pistol in her hand since someone had ensured we had guns, I don't know who. The man puts the gun to her temple and I beg him 'please don't shoot, please don't shoot.' He ignores me and pulls the trigger. At this point I become lucid and decide she didn't get shot. Then I'm back normally dreaming with no control. Mom points her gun at the guy and orders him to sit down. He doesn't have a gun anymore. Then she starts asking him about his thyroid at gun point.
Then, while out, I'm called to the Nazi's main headquarters. I exit this building with lots of glass doors and turn the corner. Set back like an alley and with no windows is their headquarters. I'm thinking 'fuck, this makes it way too easy to just take us and shoot us in the head.' I don't want to walk alone right here. I see a girl with a long blonde ponytail in a loose blue shirt ahead of me and I call to her for her to wait for me. She does and I run over to her. We walk down the covered corridor and along the way she's unplugging all their cords. I can give her props for it, but mostly I'm just afraid we'll get caught putting a few lights out and die for it. We see some cops coming and instinctively start running. There's a plaza across from the headquarters and we run toward it and hide in the bushes. Three cops, two men and a woman, chase us. They catch the blonde and I think I'm hidden behind my bush, but the woman walks over to where I'm crouched and points a gun down at me. I immediately throw my hand up to protect my exposed neck, then I realize it's pointless to stop a bullet. She doesn't shoot me though, she carts me off to this big black vehicle, like a double-cab truck or something, that I'm supposed to get in the back seat of. It dawns on me that now the time has come to kill or be killed with no regrets.
That's where I woke up.
Any thoughts?
I dream America has become controlled by Nazi's and we're hiding out in Nick's [my older brother] apartment. It's on the third story, so movement inside is hard to see, and it's over a restaurant. At first it was a matter of getting through the restaurant without being seen and ID'd, but somewhere along the line we've become allies with the people that were running the restaurant. I never see any police eating in the restaurant.
The apartment is real nice, very spacious and lot's of windows, but we have to keep the blinds closed at all times. I feel safe here though.
I'm in Food World [where I work] standing by the doors when I see a cop car pull up and I panic. I start running to the back to hide, then Mr. Lawson [my boss] calls a bunch of people to the office over the intercom, including me, and I figure if I could turn around and get to the office before the cop gets in the store, I might be safe. Vicki [my manager and one of my best friends] stops me though. She has a basket with onions and garlic and stuff and asks me if I need anything. I thanked her and told her no, we have enough food, then I left the store.
I'm back at the apartment with Mom and Maria [my sister] when a black man breaks into the apartment. Mom has a pistol in her hand since someone had ensured we had guns, I don't know who. The man puts the gun to her temple and I beg him 'please don't shoot, please don't shoot.' He ignores me and pulls the trigger. At this point I become lucid and decide she didn't get shot. Then I'm back normally dreaming with no control. Mom points her gun at the guy and orders him to sit down. He doesn't have a gun anymore. Then she starts asking him about his thyroid at gun point.
Then, while out, I'm called to the Nazi's main headquarters. I exit this building with lots of glass doors and turn the corner. Set back like an alley and with no windows is their headquarters. I'm thinking 'fuck, this makes it way too easy to just take us and shoot us in the head.' I don't want to walk alone right here. I see a girl with a long blonde ponytail in a loose blue shirt ahead of me and I call to her for her to wait for me. She does and I run over to her. We walk down the covered corridor and along the way she's unplugging all their cords. I can give her props for it, but mostly I'm just afraid we'll get caught putting a few lights out and die for it. We see some cops coming and instinctively start running. There's a plaza across from the headquarters and we run toward it and hide in the bushes. Three cops, two men and a woman, chase us. They catch the blonde and I think I'm hidden behind my bush, but the woman walks over to where I'm crouched and points a gun down at me. I immediately throw my hand up to protect my exposed neck, then I realize it's pointless to stop a bullet. She doesn't shoot me though, she carts me off to this big black vehicle, like a double-cab truck or something, that I'm supposed to get in the back seat of. It dawns on me that now the time has come to kill or be killed with no regrets.
That's where I woke up.
Any thoughts?