I had a couple dreams last night, which I don't think they were connected at all, but I don't really remember. The first dream I had I was working at the golf course, and this guy that I know in real life from the internet stalked me there. And he was telling me he had no place to go, so I told him he could crash at my place, but he had to stay in his car. During the night, he kept coming back into the house and jumping on top of me (I sleep on my stomach, so it was so uncomfortable because he weighs a lot.) because he wanted to sleep with me. But, I was getting pissed because I did not like him at all. I started yelling at him, and I made him cry and run away.
Then, suddenly, I'm in my uncle's house, and one of ex boyfriends, Jozef, is there, and we're playing basketball. Inside. When the ceiling is barely 7 feet high. But anyway, the hoop is right over the tv, which is daughter is watching. It's like we were a family. And as we stop playing for a second, Jozef goes into the kitchen to get us a drink, and I go and start playing with his little girl (like, tickling her feet and stuff) and then she kind of turns out to be my little brother and he says I need to play with him like this when we're in church and we're bored. Jozef came back and tried to give me alcohol which I can't have because of my meds, which I'm really taking in real life (If I drink even mouth wash, it'll make me throw up violently.)
I woke up when my roommate got home, but feel asleep rather quickly, and transitioned into the next dream.
I was on a train. In a car packed full with a shit ton of other people. We were like POWs or something. We were headed to a concentration camp. The details of this dream are really fuzzy, but I remember riding along, and then us all plotting our escape, which we do escape, but we get caught pretty quickly because we're out in the open and there's nowhere to hide. There's one of us out of all the prisoners that the government or whoever want the most. Rocky. When we got off the train, we split up into several groups hoping at least some of us would get away. It was like the hunger games except with a fuck ton more people.
The women in the group, there were 4 of us, had to get called to the radio station and give interviews. Well, I wanted a job there, so I ended up staying and working. But, when I got off, I'd help people escape. We ended up needing to get off the ground because it was snowing and we didn't want our tracks to be seen. So, we climb up the powerlines and walk up out there, which you'd think would be hard, but everyone could walk on them, you just had to keep your balance, which was hard, but easier than it should have been. And we run into another group, coming towards us. They notice Rocky, and pull out these guns, thinking that if they caught us and brought us in, they'd be able to go. Well, we don't want to go and suddenly, there's gunfire everywhere. And we're all falling off the lines and running, and we get away, but then as we're up the road, getting close to a farm house, we get under attack again.
It was really weird not being the main character in a dream. Everyone was after Rocky, and we were trying to tell him he needed to go so the majority of us could live, but I wasn't trying to do much because I knew it was all wrong. They ended up killing Rocky there, and firing at the rest of us, who got up and started running, but that farmhouse ended up being the concentration camp we were intended to go to. We were called to do another radio interview, and this time only two of us girls could be there. Our numbers were limited now.
And as we're sitting in the house, cramped together, I look around, and they're all my classmates from High School, which I hadn't noticed before.
It was just so bizarre.
