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I was dreaming this morning, when Russell called me. After I hung up, I grabbed my laptop, screwed my eyes shut and typed everything that I could remember. This is the first time I've ever recorded a dream.
I was in some sort of forced servitude and in fear of my life. The man I was serving was very demanding. There were other men, and I heard them joking upstairs. They had my three-year-old up there (seemed male -- son? brother?) and they were laughing about the things they could do to him. He might have been a hostage against my good behavior.
The man I was serving had one cookie left, and I went to fetch him more, only to discover that the cookies we had left weren't the same kind, and I was afraid that this would anger him. I started writing a shopping list -- I couldn't afford to trust anything to memory, lest I forget something and anger him. I was frantic with fear.
There are other prisoners there, and they attempt some sort of minor rebellion while the master's back is turned, but he bursts in and is very angered.
I'm in a bookstore, confused. How did I get here? There's some thrift clothing here as well, and I reach out to pull some sort of smock on over my clothes. A man approaches me and introduces himself as Gene. He seems interested in me, but I'm still confused and afraid. Where's my master? What if he catches me here? I'm too afraid to meet Gene's eyes, casting mine down and to the side. I pluck at my sleeve and hunch my shoulders, trying to figure things out.
I stumble away from him, muttering something about having to get out. Outside, there's a patio area, like a cafe. Another guy walks up to me. I'm beginning to realize that my slavery was just a dream, but I'm still having a hard time shaking it off. I shy away, then return to apologize to explain that I just woke up in the store. Maybe I was sleepwalking?
Another man who looks a little like Val Kilmer from Real Genius calls out to me. He's got a big joint and he licks it, grinning at me. I know that his name is Cal. Other men are there, and we seat ourself around one of the cafe tables. We're all friends, or at least all these men are friendly. I ask the first guy for his name, which is Doug. One of the other men seems familiar, as if I know him.
I look past the tables and see that the street outside is blocked off for a yard sale. Suddenly, I remember Gene. I look around for him, hoping to salvage that meeting, but he's not here anymore.
I still have no idea how I got here or where I am, but I reflexively pat my pocket, reassuring myself that I have my apartment keys. I can get home.
I was in some sort of forced servitude and in fear of my life. The man I was serving was very demanding. There were other men, and I heard them joking upstairs. They had my three-year-old up there (seemed male -- son? brother?) and they were laughing about the things they could do to him. He might have been a hostage against my good behavior.
The man I was serving had one cookie left, and I went to fetch him more, only to discover that the cookies we had left weren't the same kind, and I was afraid that this would anger him. I started writing a shopping list -- I couldn't afford to trust anything to memory, lest I forget something and anger him. I was frantic with fear.
There are other prisoners there, and they attempt some sort of minor rebellion while the master's back is turned, but he bursts in and is very angered.
I'm in a bookstore, confused. How did I get here? There's some thrift clothing here as well, and I reach out to pull some sort of smock on over my clothes. A man approaches me and introduces himself as Gene. He seems interested in me, but I'm still confused and afraid. Where's my master? What if he catches me here? I'm too afraid to meet Gene's eyes, casting mine down and to the side. I pluck at my sleeve and hunch my shoulders, trying to figure things out.
I stumble away from him, muttering something about having to get out. Outside, there's a patio area, like a cafe. Another guy walks up to me. I'm beginning to realize that my slavery was just a dream, but I'm still having a hard time shaking it off. I shy away, then return to apologize to explain that I just woke up in the store. Maybe I was sleepwalking?
Another man who looks a little like Val Kilmer from Real Genius calls out to me. He's got a big joint and he licks it, grinning at me. I know that his name is Cal. Other men are there, and we seat ourself around one of the cafe tables. We're all friends, or at least all these men are friendly. I ask the first guy for his name, which is Doug. One of the other men seems familiar, as if I know him.
I look past the tables and see that the street outside is blocked off for a yard sale. Suddenly, I remember Gene. I look around for him, hoping to salvage that meeting, but he's not here anymore.
I still have no idea how I got here or where I am, but I reflexively pat my pocket, reassuring myself that I have my apartment keys. I can get home.
