Oppressed, Caught, Almost Kissed, Sliced, Diced, And EscapedWierdest dream I have ever had, just recently:
I was a fat black woman, whereas in waking life I am an average built white man. I was a slave of sorts, although not in the Old South. I was kept against my will in a large house that had a long porch on the front that was cluttered with furniture. My oppressor was a tall thin man with a grey bumpy skin similar to the cartoon character Shrek, and with knobby ears that sort of stuck out from his head, but not as much as Shrek's, and looked more like little clumps of cauliflower. His head was tall and narrow, and his eyes were small and close together. When he got angry his skin would be so dark grey as to be almost charcoal. He wore a suit of material like nylon, like on early Star Trek episodes, but all light grey. He had an accomplice whose appearance I don't remember beyond that he was shorter, somewhat fat, and had lots of curly reddish hair, thin on top. I was trying to escape through a small window at one end of the porch, and the grey master caught me by the ankles and dragged me back in. Then I was myself again, a white man, average built. I was to be punished for my treason. I was held by invisble cords, as if I was strapped to a large board, although there was no board. I recognized that I was trapped in a virtual reality simulation, and they would control it to punish me. A woman, white, middle-aged, not unattractive, but one for whom I felt no attraction, and who I did not recognize as anyone I know, was swung around as if on another board, from beside me, so that she came face to face with me. Her face was neutral, impassive, and she might have been a mannequin, except that she was living and conscious. As she came face to face with me, I felt compelled to kiss her on the lips, not as if I wanted to, but as if I was forced to by the manipulations of my oppressors. However, just as our lips met the woman disappeared and I was sliced through by invisble blades swinging through me from each side and top and bottom, so that I was dissected completely in less than a second, in neat squares. It did not hurt, however, only frightened me, and as soon as I registered the fact that I was still whole, the woman swung toward me again. This cycle repeated 4 or 5 times, and then I recognized that this was all my own perception, and that I had some level of control over my perception. I told myself that I did not have to accept the way things were going, and as the woman came around toward me again I shoved her away with all my might. She disappeared, and my legs were instantly free. I grabbed the short red-haired accomplice by the feet and swung him around like a staff so that his head smashed into the chest of the grey master, knocking him sprawling. I broke the short man over my knee, as if he was a small stick, and so rendered him no further threat to myself. I ran for the end of the porch, where the small window had become a french door, or possibly a bay window. If I could get through it, I would be free of the influence of the grey master, but if he laid hands on me again, it would be far worse than before. I reached the window, but knew I could not get through it before he grabbed me. There was a small wodd stove nearby, the top of which was a loose cast iron plate, about 24 inches long by about 16 inches wide. I grabbed this and swung it around sideways so that one corner contacted the side of the grey man's head, crushing his skull, and as I turned to rush through the window, my dream ended and I woke up.
wierddreamer 31-35, M 8 Responses 9 Oct 23, 2006