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Mrs. V. and I were shooting (photographing) some birds on our deck. A bluebird appeared. (In reality, although we get a wide variety of birds, we've never had a bluebird.) We marveled at it, and Mrs. V. held it so I could get some good pictures. It seemed tame. It would fly out of her hands, then come back.
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I was at a school event. I don't know how I knew that this was a Christian K-12 school. A huge field, big as a soccer pitch, was surrounded on all sides by people watching, but I don't know what the event(s) was/were. Mrs. V. was all the way around, at the end of the field, on the same side as I was, but I couldn't get to her directly. I had to walk all the way around the field. She had the camera, and I needed it.
The people around the field watching weren't in bleachers. It was a fair atmosphere, with port-a-potties and food stands and a few booths where things were being sold. As I walked around the field, very careful not to block anyone's view, I was aware of everyone's dirty looks, an intense hostility that I could taste. They saw me for the outsider I was, and they didn't just resent my presence -- I was breaking their law just by being there. Little clusters formed, heads together, people deciding what to do. I was extremely uncomfortable, but in reality I try not to avoid uncomfortable situations, and in the dream I was resolved to accepting their hostility so I could get the camera and get out of there.
When I finally reached Mrs. V., she was furious. I mean boiling mad. I have never seen her so angry. She asked, barely restrained, what I was doing there. I told her I needed the camera, and as I took it from her she said I should never have come. I said "I'm leaving" and as I turned to go I suddenly had an escort, two beefy guys who reminded me of those "power lifters for Jesus" show guys. They took my arms and I tried angrily to pull away. They were amused.
They took me to an office where a committee grilled me, demanding to know what I was doing there. I told them. They told me I had broken their laws by being there. I told them I didn't know that, apologized, and said "don't worry, I'm on my way out." At this they laughed evilly and suddenly I was in a dank wooden cell.
I don't know how long I was there. They fed me milk, which oozed in from a drain on the floor, and every now and then they threw in a raw chicken breast.
Then I was in a room with three women. I was tied up. Two women were asking the third about the methods of restrainment. All I remember is her telling them about the zip ties they put around prisoners' necks. Then they konked her over the head with something, knocking her out, and they untied me and helped me escape. At one point we were at some flights of stairs when we were confronted by a girl of around 11 or 12. Even the children had power. She thought she recognized me from the field, but they dissuaded her, and we were off again, sliding down the stairs like kids at play.
They took me to a boathouse, put me into a rowboat, and said "GO! GO!" I went.
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