I was happily talking with people in a large building full of windows and sunshine. Everyone was laughing, chatting, and some had treats in their hands. An older lady, in her fifties, started convulsing. I rushed over to her side and as she began to vomit I lifted her up and tried to carry her to a bathroom. Unfortunately, she died in my arms in a long hallway, and here is the strange part, just before she died, she relieved herself all over me. (eww, yes, but a woman just died in my arms and I was confused and scared) I didn't call out for help, because at this point everyone had come out into the hallway. This was a peculiar part, everyone suddenly looked perfect, I liken it to the Stepford Wives. At first they were smiling, but that quickly changed into a look of horror, but not because of the death, no because the lady peed all over me and they looked at me with disgust, how could I let someone do that to me.
I cry out, "Someone do something."
This is when five men in white suites came up from behind me and took me away. I was taken to a large mental facility and charged with murdering this woman. I found myself sitting in a large cafeteria type room where all the window shades were drawn and people were walking around medicated to the hilt. I was terrified because no one knew where I was, not my husband, not my children. It was then I spotted a red phone. I quietly, I was trying to go unnoticed, walked over to it, picked it up and dialed, but there was no dial tone. A girl, dressed in all black told me it was for show. For show? I wondered.
It was then a group of college students, who were there doing charity work, came in and started talking to the patients asking if they were okay, and if there was anything they needed. My anger at this point started to grow, these young adults were talking to everyone like they were five-year old's. Ugh. One came up to me, and shook their head, they knew something I did not. I asked the girl in black why they were looking at me like that and she responded, you have the red shirt on.
"That means they are going to strap you down and put electrical currents through your brain until what ever sickness you have is driven out of your mind."
I fell back melting into my seat, my mind a flame, my heart thumping, they were going to kill my mind, but I wasn't sick. I was fine. I didn't kill anyone. I was innocent. Yet I was all alone. No one would speak up for me.
And they came.
They strapped me to a table, placed a mouthpiece on me, lest I bite off my own tongue, and they flipped the switch. Current after current raged through my body until I didn't cry out anymore. Elicia was gone.
It was at this moment I woke up.
I could psycho analyze myself over this dream, but I understand it all to well. So instead I will leave you with a quote:
“For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.”
― Thomas More, Utopia
So what about you? Do you have dreams that make you sit up and think? Dreams that focus you and remind you what your purpose is? Do you know your purpose?
That's all I have for you today. Have a great one folks! O