Prison Beach Plantation
I don't remember how the dream started or anything so I'll just start with a description of the place. It was a huge, wide open beach with basically dormitories a couple hundred yards back from the water (yeah I know, who knows what a couple hundred yards looks like?). There were hundreds of kids my age or younger with a few older ones too. Each person lived in the dormitory type places with two other roommates (I'm pretty sure Anatoly was my roommate.) And oh yeah, we were all fucking slaves! This isn't Africans brought over here for slavery, these were all American kids forced into slavery for some reason. And I had no idea why we were slaves.
The first scene that I recall clearly from the dream starts with everyone on the beach, doing god knows what. All of a sudden I hear screaming and look back, and these HUGE buff African guys with like turbans and machetes came running onto the beach. I guess they were there to collect slaves or something. Some people just froze in place and others, including myself, began to run for their lives. I remember vividly seeing the big African guys killing people as they were running away. Some people got their throats slit, and this one guy got stabbed through the back and the machete came out his stomach. It was fucked up to say the least. Somehow I managed to run far enough down the beach and hid behind some dune so they didn't see me.
At night I returned to my dormitory/prison building (I have no idea why I would do that) and everyone was like "Grover! We thought they got you!" and shit like that. This is when I began to question why I was even in this slavery program in the first place. For some reason someone had a cell phone, but we had to be secretive about using it. I called up my dad to ask him what the fuck I was doing there, but the connection was pretty bad. All I could really work out was that he was busy and that I had broken some window or something and this was like court mandated. Of course I started to become furious over the terrible connection and the incredibly stupid reason. I called Chloe too but the phone would pick up and it would just be the sound of her breathing as she slept.
That's all I remember from the dream. That was probably one of the craziest one's I've had in a while...
The first scene that I recall clearly from the dream starts with everyone on the beach, doing god knows what. All of a sudden I hear screaming and look back, and these HUGE buff African guys with like turbans and machetes came running onto the beach. I guess they were there to collect slaves or something. Some people just froze in place and others, including myself, began to run for their lives. I remember vividly seeing the big African guys killing people as they were running away. Some people got their throats slit, and this one guy got stabbed through the back and the machete came out his stomach. It was fucked up to say the least. Somehow I managed to run far enough down the beach and hid behind some dune so they didn't see me.
At night I returned to my dormitory/prison building (I have no idea why I would do that) and everyone was like "Grover! We thought they got you!" and shit like that. This is when I began to question why I was even in this slavery program in the first place. For some reason someone had a cell phone, but we had to be secretive about using it. I called up my dad to ask him what the fuck I was doing there, but the connection was pretty bad. All I could really work out was that he was busy and that I had broken some window or something and this was like court mandated. Of course I started to become furious over the terrible connection and the incredibly stupid reason. I called Chloe too but the phone would pick up and it would just be the sound of her breathing as she slept.
That's all I remember from the dream. That was probably one of the craziest one's I've had in a while...
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ReplyDeletesir, that is a crazy dream. i wish you remembered more of it
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