Perhaps it is the angst over work, perhaps it is the constant fear in the back of my mind that in a "tomorrow" the world and freedoms as we know it will end -
Last night was another bad one - a fear and pain -
The images have fuzzed over but the message was clear :
All was well, it was me and my daughter, we were having a lovely day playing together in some strange place I'd never been. We'd discovered a hidden alcove underneath a board walk. As the day went on, we seemed just fine then suddenly a group of men appeared. They appeared in mass as a matter of fact after we were coming back outside from lunch. They took us all hostage and threatened to kill us if we didn't obey, there was a large group of us now hostage.
I remember 4 of us, my daughter and I and another mother and her child breaking left, heading to the board walk to the safety in the confines of the alcove we'd discovered. I remembered they chased us. Strangely, I was far from the area, a spectator observing 4 running figures but I knew the two in front were myself and my child. I could hear us screaming as we ran, forcing us to move faster, each to go forward, to head for secret shelter.
I could see an attacker closing distance although we dared not look back. At once the boards above gave way and they grabbed a head of blonde ponytail - the other little girl. I felt torn as I watched them pull her through, like I should go on but I knew our cover would be blown and somehow we ended up with them.
A man had made a deal with them, and then it left just us two. I feared for what they planned to do to me and my child. I remember the man taking my foot and placing it on a table, he then picked up a bat - I imagined in my head the pain as I looked down at my foot - I felt the fear even as I slept.
Something must have shifted because he leaned close to me and said "You may want to hold onto this" and handed me the bat. I grabbed my child and we headed to another place, another room, we were being placed on a boat but it was not large. It reminded me of a paddle boat. An over-sized canoe too.
I remember as we were trying to board this thing, my daughter ran to grab a ring for me. I am not sure why but she turned to look at me and it was her perfect face and perfect hair that I see everyday in the living state - she looked angelic and I couldn't bear to let anything happen to her.
We boarded and I took my place in the boat, at first behind her then near her and afraid of my size to tip the boat - it was the first time in my dream that I observed my body size - I never have.
It felt like we had a plan and as they prepared to launch, I had to look at another ring in a bin and the one she gave me no longer there. I remember the look of pain on her face - the ring was gone that she chose. I found though, after a few, a pink butterfly and it fit on 2 of my fingers together, it seemed to soothe a small bit of her disappointment.
A man came to the release door - which was a screen door of sorts - he was wounded. HE handed over something to someone at the gate - I asked what had happened, my fear gripping and thickening my throat - he looked at me and said what do you think - he was missing part of his right arm - the whole of his right arm actually - it had been chopped off by the group that had taken us hostage.
He ran off then, he and a group of people, one had a baby in a carrier sack on his back - I could hear voices taking up behind them as they tried with great effort to escape - we were about to shove off into an open sea face when I awoke -
I was confused and frightened and so glad when I heard my daughter holler from downstairs about the dog who was likely trying to eat her breakfast as she sat on the sofa - I kissed her when I came down, the fear still thick in my throat. I had to feel her warm flesh under my lips so that I could remind myself that she was indeed okay and no one had taken us both away .....
Last night was another bad one - a fear and pain -
The images have fuzzed over but the message was clear :
All was well, it was me and my daughter, we were having a lovely day playing together in some strange place I'd never been. We'd discovered a hidden alcove underneath a board walk. As the day went on, we seemed just fine then suddenly a group of men appeared. They appeared in mass as a matter of fact after we were coming back outside from lunch. They took us all hostage and threatened to kill us if we didn't obey, there was a large group of us now hostage.
I remember 4 of us, my daughter and I and another mother and her child breaking left, heading to the board walk to the safety in the confines of the alcove we'd discovered. I remembered they chased us. Strangely, I was far from the area, a spectator observing 4 running figures but I knew the two in front were myself and my child. I could hear us screaming as we ran, forcing us to move faster, each to go forward, to head for secret shelter.
I could see an attacker closing distance although we dared not look back. At once the boards above gave way and they grabbed a head of blonde ponytail - the other little girl. I felt torn as I watched them pull her through, like I should go on but I knew our cover would be blown and somehow we ended up with them.
A man had made a deal with them, and then it left just us two. I feared for what they planned to do to me and my child. I remember the man taking my foot and placing it on a table, he then picked up a bat - I imagined in my head the pain as I looked down at my foot - I felt the fear even as I slept.
Something must have shifted because he leaned close to me and said "You may want to hold onto this" and handed me the bat. I grabbed my child and we headed to another place, another room, we were being placed on a boat but it was not large. It reminded me of a paddle boat. An over-sized canoe too.
I remember as we were trying to board this thing, my daughter ran to grab a ring for me. I am not sure why but she turned to look at me and it was her perfect face and perfect hair that I see everyday in the living state - she looked angelic and I couldn't bear to let anything happen to her.
We boarded and I took my place in the boat, at first behind her then near her and afraid of my size to tip the boat - it was the first time in my dream that I observed my body size - I never have.
It felt like we had a plan and as they prepared to launch, I had to look at another ring in a bin and the one she gave me no longer there. I remember the look of pain on her face - the ring was gone that she chose. I found though, after a few, a pink butterfly and it fit on 2 of my fingers together, it seemed to soothe a small bit of her disappointment.
A man came to the release door - which was a screen door of sorts - he was wounded. HE handed over something to someone at the gate - I asked what had happened, my fear gripping and thickening my throat - he looked at me and said what do you think - he was missing part of his right arm - the whole of his right arm actually - it had been chopped off by the group that had taken us hostage.
He ran off then, he and a group of people, one had a baby in a carrier sack on his back - I could hear voices taking up behind them as they tried with great effort to escape - we were about to shove off into an open sea face when I awoke -
I was confused and frightened and so glad when I heard my daughter holler from downstairs about the dog who was likely trying to eat her breakfast as she sat on the sofa - I kissed her when I came down, the fear still thick in my throat. I had to feel her warm flesh under my lips so that I could remind myself that she was indeed okay and no one had taken us both away .....
