Dream – November 26, 2017
In the first dream, I was on a ship. It had many floors and strange passages. The ship was supposed to evacuate, and I took all my essential belongings. Gradually, the ship became empty. However, some people remained. For example, two of my friends and three guys. The guys told us strange and somewhat scary stories. They were hitmen, among other things. But not ordinary criminals, more like politically-driven spies.
They told us how to neutralize a fleeing victim. They use several powerful lights that dazzle the runner, and at the same time, a powerful shockwave is fired – and the victim loses sensitivity (vision, hearing) and becomes disoriented. Such a victim is easy to catch.
They told us many more things. Eventually, the ship docked, and everyone left except for the six of us. We gathered our belongings and were about to leave, but the guys stopped us. They sat calmly and watched us, not allowing us to leave. From the beginning, they knew they would kill us. After all, they had told us so much. We begged and tried to convince them that we wouldn’t tell anyone anything, but the killers weren’t going to believe us.
At some point, I saw a chance to escape: if I jumped onto the shore and ran quickly, they wouldn’t catch me. I dashed towards the shore and heard one of the guys remind me of the system for neutralizing escapees. Since I knew what awaited me, at his words, “And – bright light!” I threw myself on the ground, squinted, and tightly covered my ears with my hands. When, as I felt, the wave passed, I jumped up.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t completely avoid the effect of the light and the wave. I could run, but I could barely see and was stumbling like a drunk person. Through the thick fog, almost like a layer of water, I saw the path and grass along it. I grabbed the grass to feel the direction of the path and ran, literally feeling my way. Gradually, my vision returned, but I started losing strength. I reached a small hill, climbed it, and ran toward the gates.
At the gates, a pleasant Mexican woman was doing something in the garden. I begged her to help me, and she let me in and offered a place to hide in the garden. I collapsed, exhausted. The last thing I saw was Mexican police with rifles.
I woke up. Maybe I was actually killed in that dream. For a few minutes, I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart was pounding. But soon, I fell asleep again.
The central object in the next dream was a golden puddle. It was just a puddle, but it was filled with gold in the form of dust. Golden bars could be dug up from the earth at the bottom and around the puddle. I climbed into the center of the puddle and started smearing myself with golden water, which made me shine. I stood in the center of the puddle and waved my arms – waves of golden spray came from me. My entire dress, hair, skin – everything was covered in gold!
Then I found several decent-sized bars in the ground, but for some reason, I was arrested. Apparently, it was forbidden to take the bars from the ground, but under certain conditions, it was allowed. So, when they were taking me away, I had a strong sense that my case was one of those where it was actually okay, and everything would be fine.