July 1 nightmare
I have been out of practice of recording dreams here, but I hope to get back into it again. This nightmare was particularly vivid.
I am in some kind of office building… it is… a TV studio or market research place. The entire place is a front for the mob or worse. I realize this place is a front, but I pretend not to know, with hopes that they will release me. They have drugged me. They have intended to brainwash me into doing some kind of task for them. They believe the drugs are successful but I’m still aware of what they are trying to get me to do. I pretend not to know, I pretend to go along with it. I have my jacket draped over my left arm and I’m shaking hands with people as I leave… telling them it was nice to meet them. I believe if I can just get away, out the front door and around the corner, I can run for help. I walk out the door and turn to my right, walking down the street. I want to run, but I don’t want to attract attention until I’m out of sight of the building. I see someone out of the corner of my eye walking the same direction. I realize I’m already being followed, so I try to casually change direction, trip them up… they can’t be obviously following me or the brainwashing won’t work. I’m not able to shake them… I make eye contact with them and they realize I know what’s going on. They don’t take me down, but continue to follow. Now I’m trying to run but I can’t… the drugs are affecting me too much… I can’t see clearly – everything is warped. I see people up ahead and I run for them… a cop directing traffic, some people walking across the street. I run towards them and begin to ask for help when they stop what they’re doing and come towards me.
They are in on it too.
I turn to the left, running up another block… the hill is steep and I have to claw my way up the pavement. I can feel the grit from the pavement digging in under my fingernails. I see up the street and around the corner there is a large group of people coming… a parade of some kind. These people are not in on it, but now I have police and firemen following me, observing me, waiting for the drugs to take full effect. I run towards the parade, the people in the parade are happy… celebrating… until they see me. I’m screaming for help, but they look horrified… the parade stops and they are trying to get away from me.
