Last night, I had the strangest and longest dream that I can recall in quite some time. In the dream, I was at someone’s house in a mountainous region. It was somewhere I’ve never been before. The room that we were in was in the basement of a 2 story house. In the room we were in, it was set up like a “man cave” with a huge flat screen HD TV. In the basement, you come down the stairs and there is a wide open room with a pool table in the center. Setup under the stars per se was a kitchenette that expanded to the back of the room with a table that was converted to play cards. There was a “sun room” of sorts off to the left of the pool table with a couch on the left, a window in the middle, and the HD TV on the right. To the right of that was the back door with windows in the door. I am not sure what we were watching, but it had to be some sport. And since it’s March, I assumed that we were watching the Tourney together. It was a weekend day with overcast skies. While we didn’t have plans to go outside, it would have been a miserable day outside. Anyways, for some reason, I was up and about, and I don’t remember what I was doing, I did walk over to the door with an eerie feeling. Then I saw a group of people, dressed in military garb with machine guns coming up the fairly large hill with rose bushes. There was this one guy who shot up the hill as soon as I saw him and before I could turn to tell the guys he was already up the hill, crawled under the rose thorn bushes without a scratch and was standing at the door. He burst into the room shouting.
The next thing I knew we were bound, going somewhere on a truck, or something. When we got there we were treated fairly well. We were given some semblance of freedom within the large compound that we resided. For some reason, we were not separated from one another, but we were forbidden to talk with one another. Instead of guards watching, there were cameras every where. The compound was set up more like a large Southern mansion. And for some reason, we were able to keep our stuff. So I found a spot that cameras couldn’t see and pulled out my cell phone. However, through the window, I saw guards scrambling immediately. Knowing that it was about my cell, I was able to hide my second cell phone in my pants. When they entered the room rather quickly and loudly again, they confiscated all of our personal belongings: wallets, keys, and cell phones. All the other men complied seemingly happily which was confounding. Reluctantly, not seeing a “friendly face” I gave them my cell phone as well.
Almost immediately, I received a call from my wife, and I only answered it without talking turning the volume all the way down keeping the phone in my pants. However, we were disconnected. Then I received another call; while I don’t know who it was, I knew that it was some sort of federal agency. However, eventually my phone died. A few hours later, there was a sudden scramble and organization to move. We all complied and for some reason this time, we traveled on the back of some trucks. There was one or two guards per truck with 5-6 people inside the bed of the truck. While guns were present, they weren’t shown as we entered a fairly large city. Almost immediately I saw a friend driving his truck down the interstate. Pleading help with my eyes, he sped up and just watched me. Then he understood. He pulled beside the truck and I immediately stood up and jumped from the bed of the truck I was in to the bed of my friend’s truck. Immediately, he exited and fled. However, we were hotly pursued by trucks, SUVs, and cars (a few with other “inmates”). We went down this highway and that highway. Then for some reason, he turned down a back street. I exclaimed, “What are you doing!?” He said, “Trust me, this is the way out, and they won’t find us here.” And we were separating; however, shortly, I hear cars turning hard and heavy onto the back road, and screaming down the street. We eventually go caught in an alley. We jumped out of the car and I asked for a gun. My friend just looked at me, and I repeatedly yelled, “Give me a gun!” Eventually he complied, and I wasn’t sure of his hesitation. I wasn’t going to shoot at him. We both took aim at the bad guys who were storming up the street weaving in and out behind the cars. I tried running and shooting, but since I’ve only shot a gun once or twice in my life, it was to absolutely no avail only hitting cars that lined the street. Eventually, I was cut off from any escape paths as the bad guys immediately cut those off. Not once did they shoot at me, but they had guns pointed at me the entire time. I fled back to the back of the alley with my friend sitting behind the car. And very soon, the General was there with us. Confident, no rather, arrogant, with no concern whatsoever, he knelled and simply said, “There is no escape. Get in the truck.” Come to find out…my friend turned on me as he got into the front seat with the General. Eventually, I was recaptured and taken to another compound. Here I was kept in seclusion and in isolation for as long as I can remember. However, it wasn’t that bad. I was given everything I needed and then some. While I wasn’t beaten, I was played with emotionally and mentally. However, I don’t recall what they did or how it happened.
Finally, my alarm went off and I awoke. What a dream! And if you knew me, you would know that I rarely, if ever, remember my dreams.
