I have been framed for murdering lots of people and am on
the run. I head toward a government building with large marble columns and lots
of steps (looks like the Lincoln Memorial). No one is around because it is very
early morning, just breaking dawn. The building is on a sort of military base,
next to the ocean, with piers or docks jutting out into the water. They look
like aircraft carriers, but they are not.
I run into the building and begin
opening doors to find clothes to change into in order to be less recognizable
or conspicuous. I cannot find any clothes or any people from whom I can take
clothes. I leave the third room after a few moments of sadness at my situation,
turn left in the hallway and hear voices from that direction. I turn to the
right to try and find a place to hide. I run into what looks like a gym or
workout room. It is crowded with equipment but no good place to hide a grown
person. I run through double doors and end up in a storage room of sorts, with
odd pieces of equipment, including a boat and a motorcycle. I want to hide in
the boat, under its cover, but I run out of time. People are coming into the
storage room. So, I kneel down behind the racing motorcycle and am shielded by
its many farings. No one spies me.
The
scene changes and I am hiding behind something, I don’t know what. In front of
me are coffee tables with people sitting on the floor around them, eating a
meal. I recognize the lady in front of me as she kneels to say a prayer before
eating.
The
scene changes again, and I am surrounded by four people, but they are friendly
to my situation and are trying to help me. I look past them to the outside, and
see the docks again. The docks are being blown up with bombs and missiles. I
realize the military is willing to blow up the base in order to get me. I
cannot let that happen. I run out into the craziness, dodging falling missiles
and bombs, to the edge of the dock. Two police officers spot me, and one of
them recognizes me. She tackles me by the ankle as I try to get her away from a
bomb that has fallen just behind her and her partner. I am caught.
I
have been put into a room that looks like a hospital room. I have injuries, or
at least, I’m bloody. But, the bed has not been used. There is not a wrinkle on
the bed sheet. Someone comes in to say goodbye to me. Then, my love comes in
to spend the night with me before they execute me for the crimes I’ve been
accused of. I love him, tell him so, and tell him I will miss him. We watch a
video showing how the execution will go. It is gruesome. (I am placed in a
clear box with my hands bound straight out from my sides. All I remember is
that there is some red liquid injected into the box and the box begins to tip
so the liquid runs to the head. The person in the video is resisting as much as
she can. In the video, a nurse tells someone that the temperature is 700
degrees. I am thinking I would not survive the heat, let alone the drowning.) I
begin to cry and hug my love more.
Then,
I woke up.
