Saturday, August 10, 2013

July 20, 2013 Dream

I'm with a group of people, and we're going down a large hallway in a single filed line. The chaperon lady is making sure that everyone in in the right group. I'm happy because I belong to some group although I'm at the very back of the line.

An order is sent out that enemies are on the way and that everyone is on his or her own. My mom and go to this larger building that's either connected or nearby the building we were formerly in. In the middle of the room, there are some samplings of food that anyone can take– there are small servings of regular food, as well as some desserts. For the desserts, there are two kinds: one is this cake slice that's made of yellowy cream on the inside, with some sugary white powder on top. And another is something with red velvet.
Mom and I head to a smaller building possibly jointed to this large building (the one that has food) to hide. We find a small place— there's one main room and three smaller rooms connected by doors. We go into the only closet and look around. There are some small boxes, and there are tons of clothes in the room hanging on a wooden pole that goes around the room. There are a few empty hangers here and there. We decide to hide in this room. Mom puts me into one of the large, draping coats in the closet room– it doesn't go all the way to the floor, so someone could see my feet if they looked carefully enough. Mom says that if someone comes into the room, she'll just distract them so they won't find me. I tell her that no way am I going to let her die for my sake, and I tell her to get into one of the coats as well. She does. I also tell her that if the enemies find us, we should speak in a slightly high pitch so they won't recognize us (or will think we're someone else etc).
Later on, no one has come yet. I briefly leave to get some food from the main room. I come back with a main course small plate dish, tiptoeing my way back. Now, the door to the closet is on the right side, versus being on the left side, and the closet area is slightly larger for some reason. Mom is completely quiet when I come in. The door squeaks softly as I enter. I make some quiet noise so she knows it's me. As I enter, she's lying on her stomach on the group, eating the creamy dessert from a plate she somehow got. I give her my plate, and we trade food.

Later on in the dream, I receive a letter from my brother named Jonathan. It's a small postcard length saying that he and the small group of people he was with were forced to hide in a place starting with K (it was a foreign name from another country, it seems). There are three other buildings similar to the K building, but with different names.
There's a cutscene to Jonathan. He is being captured while he is writing. Sad music plays in the background as his voice speaks (almost like a narrator), saying, "Who can I save here?" and that he'll be killed soon. A bad guy clasps a metal cuff around his neck and takes him away.
The scene moves back to me; I'm weeping loudly because I know my brother had been killed. My loud crying penetrates through the walls of the building. There's a cutscene to outside, where the leader of the bad guys and some of his gang are riding on black motorcycles in a semi busy street. They are all wearing black leather uniforms. The leader points a finger at the building my mom and I are at, and they turn that way.
Another cutscene. The bad guys are leading me out of the building. I have the metal ring around my neck, and I'm still weeping loudly. There are some bad guys both in front and behind me. The camera closes in on the woman that the bad guy behind me is carrying. It's Mom, her eyes are closed, and most likely she's dead. There is a wound on the left side of her neck, a huge and bloody gash that is practically identical to the one Cosette has in the Anne of Green Gables (3rd movie). I wake up.

Note: I watched Part 1 of the 3rd Anne of Green Gables movie right before I fell asleep.
Note 2: The 2 desserts were featured in one of my friends' grad party that I went to that day

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