"...then you shall have mine"

[mellowtigger]

My posts about dreams mention that I rarely remember any of my dreams.  Maybe just 3-4 times each year do I remember one.  Tonight's was more bizarre than usual.  It incorporates stuff that I have never before encountered in my dreams.  I consider it a nightmare since it caused me to wake up in panic mode.

i am a woman  (first time that's ever happened) and white
i am in back seat of car listening to business discussion
front seat is white man driving (I like him as a "good" person)
in back seat with me is another white man (I dislike him as a "bad" person)
bad man is telling us how we will participate in some law enforcement scheme to uncover an informant of some kind
i am to play the part of another woman (who I somehow know is the informant) and the good man will be my pretend husband
the bad man hands me a box of written material, envelopes and labels and such
i search through them and discover some that are pre-addressed so I can identify who they belong to
I want to protect the woman, so I hide my discovery from the bad man
I am feeling emotional panic during my deception.  I will be harmed if my deception is discovered.
Bad man asks for an example envelope from me.  Only available one of that kind is one that I want to hide.
I pretend to be "stupid female" unable to find it and the bad man accepts my imbecility and does not get the envelope from me.
car stops.  the bad man finally leaves.
I convince good man to join me in back seat so I can explain my discovery.
He finally joins me.  Car resumes driving (with no one in front seat) but we are going backwards on road.
it's getting late at night
we pass (still driving in reverse) by a rest stop with overnight camping at side
can't remember why (somehow we would be exposed as imposters in this scheme), but we can't stay there. 
we continue driving backwards along road (we are still in back seat, no driver)
[break in continuity here]
somehow it's daylight again and we are driving forward along highway in middle of nowhere.
cars approach us driving on wrong side.  it's a presidential motorcade.  (I don't know why.)
pull over to shoulder (still in back seat) even though people are standing there
police are moving to other side of road, police push people to correct side
policeman points at our car and points to other side of road, indicating we should move there
somehow car turns around (no driver) moves there
no police think it unusual that our car still has no driver in front seat
we move slowly to end of line of people, notice cutouts of cartoon persons on side of road
people are supposed to stand in front of a cutout
near the end, police are lining up people by force
male voice says they need 5 people (for the firing squad in middle of road)
police are pushing us backwards to make room
white man says a name for someone he chooses as expendable
adults get a black female child (of black female slave woman also there) to get her over in line
4 other people already there are white male prisoners of crimes
i don't know why a 5th is necessary.  my heart is already racing.
firing squad shoots
girl panics and runs first, gets away
same male voice says to choose someone else
white man is trying to choose again
the girl's mother says "If it's blood you insist on, then you shall have mine." and goes to stand in line

*poof*  I wake up in panic.

Comments

[kauko.livejournal.com]

I wish I didn't remember my dreams since most nights my dreams literally run like a horror movie. Imagine having to experience some slasher film like it was real life and you were running from the scary killer on a nightly basis while you slept :(

[mellowtigger]

Ack! :( Yes, most of my remembered dreams fit one of a few recurring themes. "Running away in slow motion" is one of my nightmare themes.
One other nightmare theme includes a particular house that I abhor for the evil presence there that tries to destroy me. Those dreams always make me wake up in a panic too.

Tonight's was entirely new. I've never been a woman. I've never dreamed about slaves. I can sort of explain the guns and presidential motorcade as a loose association to my gun post that I disliked writing about.

Single people shouldn't be allowed to have nightmares. They require boyfriends to snuggle for comfort upon waking. :/

[kauko.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you how many times I've died while dreaming, died, cut up, limbs chopped off etc. Its not wonder that to this day I have a certain unease with being in a completely dark, quiet room when I'm trying to sleep. But, I have to admit, my dog Karma is a great comfort to me while I'm sleeping, I feel much more at ease just having her curled up in bed with me. Unfortunately she's a bed hog.

Tonight's was entirely new. I've never been a woman. I've never dreamed about slaves.

*puts on BDSM dream interpretation cap*

Methinks you want to get in touch with your inner submissive bottom... just kidding :P

Single people shouldn't be allowed to have nightmares. They require boyfriends to snuggle for comfort upon waking. :/

I actually hate sleeping with someone else in the bed, I've slept alone my whole life and when I sleep in a bed with someone else I have such trouble sleeping. So, I guess sleeping with someone would help with my nightmares since it would keep me from sleeping :P

[mellowtigger]

*laugh*

I've nearly decided that it's a political dream. (That's a first, too.) A political dream about staking out ethical positions during periods of confusing conflict. In the first half of the dream (before the break in continuity) I am an acting participant who chooses to "do the right thing" to protect someone at risk to my own safety. In the second half of the dream (after the break) I am an observer watching another out-of-power person choosing to "do the right thing" to protect her remaining children at risk of her own life.

Consciously, I really don't think America is yet that close to the point of civil war. If my subconscious is already evaluating it that way, though, then it would explain why I have been so tired and out of sorts for the last week or two. Conflict is tiring business.

[mellowtigger]

The car driving backwards and with no one at the wheel would make an acceptable metaphor for the institution of government seeming to operate incorrectly or without rational oversight. That interpretation fairly accurately sums up my feelings about the legislative branch right now.