Unusual Dream

I had a dream last night, pretty vivid, and very strange.

It started out in a building full of dozens of people, a few of them I
actually knew. They were all sitting in their designated seats, and
there were hostiles in the front of the room with intent to kill.
Though they did promise to let a lucky few of us live.

The executions were simple. It went four people at a time, completely
random. We would all sit and wait. Then overhead, water would pour over
four people. These were the chosen to be killed. This is how it went
over and over.

Things were looking up for me until the end. There was only a few people left. Then I remember the feeling as water spilled over my head.

Once this group was picked, they had 5 minutes to say goodbye, hug people, whatever. Then it was time to die.

On the side of the room, there were four spots where currently people were
getting hooked up to something. It was something like an electric
chair, but there was no sitting only standing. When they attached the
restraints, people were screaming in pain.

You start to freak out when you know you ate about to die. You don’t know if you did what you were supposed to do in life.

So they began hooking it up to me, and I understood the pain of the
others. The machine was still a little zappy, from all the other electrocutions.

Imagine accidentaly touching a power outlet times 100 all of your body, wherever the restraints were places. One last second of hope, then the pain shot through my body? Was the dream over? No.

The second dream looked like the last one all over again. To my side, four nooses awaited.

I understood now. The captures didn’t intend to allow anyone to live.
They were going to kill every last one of them in cold blood, and have
them experienced in every way possible.

I wasn’t going to let this slide. I didn’t want to get hung, so it was up to me to stop it. I went to the back of the room, behind all of the seats. There I found
hundreds of rows of bookshelves for miles. The name of my captor was
Darth Vader. Though he was not the Darth Vader of Star Wars. But he was
just as evil, untrustworthy, and ugly once you see his true colors.

I never saw him but I heard him in my head as I tried to find an escape
route, taunting my every step. Finally, for some reason there was a
desk with what looked like a receptionist. I told him what was going
on. He was surprised, and started to dial 911. His phone call was cut
short as he was shot by Vader.

Later on I returned to that spot, and got behind the desk, there was a room behind that desk, so I went in there. Inside, there was an empty room with a ladder which looked like it didn’t have an end, so I climbed and climbed.

At the top, there was a key to freedom. I used it to get out the main door,
and was free, but I wasn’t. At the top there was one of Vader’s
henchman, and he dragged me back down, through an elevator and it
started all over again.

Somehow, later in the dream, I gathered everybody up, and led them all to safety. Took down the henchman, and were home free.

That was my strange strange dream. Hope you enjoyed it. Peace out.