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Edited on Fri Aug-03-07 10:40 AM by BlueIris
Me and a bunch of other people were herded into an empty movie theater and then some of us were singled out by some authoritative government-types (they didn't look "official" or in any other way "governmental," but I just knew they worked for the government) and taken to a back room somewhere. They said we were there because of our "political" beliefs and statements we had made against the government. We were each questioned, then sent outside the room. When it was my turn, I refused to say anything about my beliefs, even though they threatened me. After interrogating me for a while, they send me outside the room. A kindly-looking woman in a pink sweater waited for me in another room outside the previous one. She was sitting behind a desk. She...I thought that all she did was touch me on one of my hands. But then, all of a sudden...
I was alone in the theater. Or, I thought I was. There were like one or two other people there with me. And I was like, "What's going on, where did everybody go?" Then my best friend from high school, Sarah, was there and she told me, "Uh, they killed you." And I said I didn't remember being killed and she said, "No, you wouldn't; they did it fast." She explained that she was dead, too, and so were the one or two other people in the theater with us at that point. That was the reason I could see them, they could see me, and we appeared to be alone in a theater that had been filled with people the minute before. It was the creepiest sensation ever--I've never experienced anything like it in a dream before.
Sarah then told me that there was some kind of a world-wide governmental take-over going on, involving the rounding up and snuffing out of all vaguely-progressive people who might oppose it. She said that some of the people who'd been killed were organizing a resistance of a sort, trying to communicate with the still living to help them stop what the government was doing. All I remember was that it involved having to go back in time to try to help the living stop the beginning of the take-over, and therefore prevent it and our own deaths.
I thought it sounded really far fetched--I was like, "But we're dead and even if we get through to people in the past, how're we going to--isn't there some kind of a paradox preventing this plan from working--?" But the other people in the theater were already leaving it, presumably to help with the "plan," so I followed Sarah because she wasn't a complete stranger and I didn't want to be all on my own.
The rest of the dream was awful--I was chasing after Sarah for a while, trying to keep up with her while she attempted to "reach" still living people in the past. It involved running around to all these different, scary locations in a collapsing world, trying to "wake people up." We couldn't interact with any of the few living people we saw, mostly in scared mobs running from various things, because they couldn't see us. Even some of the other dead people couldn't see us. Eventually, I lost touch with Sarah, and wound up on my own in the middle of nowhere. It was freaky. It was a suburban street next to a country field that looked occupied and should have had people on it but didn't. And I knew it was only because I couldn't see them, what with that whole being dead thing and all. The worst part was when some other ghosts showed up, a little boy and girl, looking for help because they were lost and confused, as I had been.
I don't remember if the dream had an "end," except that I think I somehow wound up back in the theater, with a few other presumably dead people.
Looking back, the dream is probably a gigantic metaphor for the isolating nature of true political awareness/assertiveness in the age of tyranny. When we become aware and assert our views opposing oppression we "die" to our old lives. Afterward, we find ourselves able to communicate only with others who have also undergone the transformation and even those connections can feel tenuous, superficial or unfulfilling.
Still--I have never before died in a dream and then gone on to "live" afterward. Once, I died, got instantly reincarnated and died again, only to get instantly reincarnated again. There was no experience of the afterlife, or of living in the old world after my death. This dream was hideous. I hated it. Hope I never have another one like it.
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