I woke up at least 3 different times last night yet I continued to have my crazy, long dream. Here’s my dream recap:
The government is taking groups of 21 people and they are being “tested” on. In reality, each person is healthy though is assigned a different heart condition. To match their heart condition, the government would “test” on them and give them the malignant condition. The process would always kill the test subject to make sure there are no witnesses. I am chosen to be one of the 21 people and my designated heart condition is that I had odd, small bumps on my heart. I start panicking because I don’t want to die.
Next, I’m at my grandma’s house and am hiding in one of her guest rooms (this room is on the 18th floor and overlooks the beach). In my panicked state, I lock the door, fill up a book bag with my “cannot live without” items and get ready to make a run for it. I pull a large blanket off the bed, climb out a window, jam the edge of the blanket into the closing window gap and belay downwards. Fortunately, each window below is close enough for me to grasp and I make my way down safely. My feet pound towards the beach and I start swimming when my hands grab a large floating buoy. The next few scenes are of me navigating around looming construction boats in the ocean.
Eventually, I reach land and I run off to find a new hiding place. To my luck, I find an old bag of mine and start searching through it. A young kid is hanging around and I am worried that he is going to rat me out. His face looks oddly familiar so I ask: “Adrian?” He looks at me and says: “No, I’m Adrian’s younger brother.” I take an iPod out of the bag and give it to him. Then run off. The dream gets a little blurry and skips to me hiding out in a tiny house. I’m out on the street trying to my convince my mom to help me when a neighboring kid recognizes me and says with a sneer that “I’m one of the chosen ones and should get ready for my imminent death”. *Dream skips to a different scenario.*
At the marketplace, I am able to convince a friend to give me a ride in his car. *Dream gets blurry.* My mom and sister are helping me escape down a set of wide, concrete emergency stairs. Somehow, Adrian’s younger brother meets up with me and tells me that he really likes my songs on the iPod. We’re going further down the stairs, running from floor to floor and at one point, he gets distracted by a shelf of items. I tell him that we’re going to lose my mom and sister and grab his hand. My mom and sister’s voice are trailing off in the distance yet he keeps lingering the farther we go down. When we’re close to the bottom floor, he feels guilty and tells me that it was a trap.
I peer around a concrete doorway and see that my mom and sister are tied up, gagged and hung up on metal chains. They’re alive but frightened. All around the room, there are shelves of pots and pans and other kitchen utensils. The next warehouse area resembles a tennis shop. I sneak inside with the kid and open start opening tennis bags lying on the floor. I grab a tennis racket and tell him to scurry over to the tennis section to find me a second racket. He keeps pointing at items that aren’t useful and also points at a racket for little kids. I gesture with my hand that I need a racket with a long handle. Seeing that it’s futile, I gesture him to come back. I grab a pot instead and tell him to arm himself. Two ladies walk through the concrete doorway and I inform them that this is *the* government facility. They become furious and are ready to join the fight. Two guys walk around the corner and the fighting ensues. The last thing I remember is swinging my racket around, hitting people with it and knocking them down. I woke up right before my next encounter with an evil blond lady by a counter on the other side of the room.
The dream has me a little frazzled though this isn’t the first time I’ve had such an intense dream. Now it’s time for me to start my day.
Crackweasel Strikes Again 