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Ok this is really freaking me out.... continuations of dreams aren't rare for me but when it does happen it happens at certain times. I call them "Story dreams" or "movie dreams":
Anyways it opens up to where I am a worker, a tech or something in a hospital of some sort. Only it isn't a hospital it's some kind of hi-tech political rehabilition prison. There are different types of re-conditioning and things going on. I am carrying a guy down a hall on a stretcher and I have been ordered to take him to the "sleep deprivation wing." he had a blanket on and I couldn't tell if he was restrained or not. He looked like he was hispanic or middle eastern. So we reach the ward and I enter the first room I see which looks like a small classroom. People were sitting at these desks with blue chairs and other white clothed personell were walking around monitoring them. A white clothed woman came up to me and helped me take the man out of the stretcher and into a chair. I still couldn't tell if he was restrained or not.
We put him in a chair and we strapped him in. He looked like he was high or something. I bent him forward and the nurse or tech put some idodine on a spot on his spine then proceeded to stick a hypodermic needle in his back. The guy cried out a bit. She then put an electrode on the spot and explained to me that it would shcok him should he try to fall asleep. I looked around the room and noticed that there was a screen or a plasma TV on one wall and it was playing cartoons or a propaganda video. I had the impression that it was a propaganda thing.
I asked the tech/nurse how long these people were to be awake and she said "three days." I looked around and saw another man sleeping he was shaven like the man that I had brought and I noticed that everyone was young. A tech then came up and pushed a button on the back of the chair and the guy jumped and yelled out.
I then was told that I could leave so I did. I walked down the halls looking at the various signs. I must point out here that the halls were weirdly angled and there were many turnoff points, also I was told that the building was the "Main complex of the prison and that the people sleeped in different wards." Also that the building was 9 floors high. I stepped into an elevator and went to another floor, I can't remember which but I stepped off and turned right down the hall. As I was walking I look left and saw a sign above a hallway taht said "Reublicanization" or some shit like that. Curious, I went down the hallway and looked into one of the rooms. It was dark and there were about three beds in it. One had an elderly lady the others appeared to be middle aged women. They had wires or something on their heads and monitors were all around them. I couldn't see what they said and then I heard a "blooping" noise come from my "hospital" issued cell phone. It was my sister blooping me on the walkie talkie asking if I wanted to go to lunch with her. I said yes. We hung up and I left the Republicanization ward and went back on the elevator. I went to floor three which was part of the childrens wing and I met her in the hallway as soon as I got off. We went on the elevator and went down to floor one and got off. We then went through the lobby which was a very open and airy place. There was a sky light and lots of plants, plus it looked like a business type area.
We went to the cafeteria which was airy and open and filled with plants like the lobby. We got our food and sat down. Then we started talking in hushed voices about Canada and "plans" I said I got it taken care off and we were going to be fine. I told her that we had to get our money out of the bank. We left and I went back around into the male ward and got back on the elevator. Just as I got off I was paged to the "parole room" so I got back on the elevator, went to the first floor, through these hallways and found myself in front of a small room. The door was closed but I went in. There were three stately looking people behind a table. One was an elderly women and the other two were business-like men. There was another dark haired shaven man possibly in his early 20's sitting in front of them. He was talking, begging it seems to please be let go. The elderly woman tells him that he hasn't approved himself or hasn't been adequately rehabilitated.
They told him to leave and then it was my turn. I sat down in front of them and they asked me a bunch of political questions. When they were done they put that scanner that I saw in my first dream, the one that was flat, wide and had two prongs on one end, to my forehead. It beeped and they looked at it. They said that it showed "mixed results" and that my rehabilitation should be continued.
Then it cuts to another scene. Me and my sister were on a train or a school bus cause that's what the seats looked like. We were looking a large leather bag and there was alot of money in it. I said in hushed tones that we are going to exchange it in Canada.
I then had a drawing pad in front of me and I was showing it to my sister. On the pad was a drawing that I did and this is a really weird drawing. I showed a picture of a black woman draped in white cloth hanging on a cross. She is crucified. The woman is one of my characters named Democracy White hence my SN. She is the bodily incarnation of the Ideology of Democracy, thus she is Democracy Itself. In the picture she is bloody beaten and dead. Just like Jesus is in a lot of pictures depicting his Crucification. Underneath the drawing was the words "DEMOCRACY KILLED." This was a very powerful symbolism as I felt it in my dream.
Anyways we cut to the dark night and I am in a field with my sister and some other people. There is a hispanic man in front of us talking and I explain to my sister that he used to be a "coyote" in Mexico helping Mexicans get across the border to the US, and now he is helping Americans get across the border into Canada. I told my sister that I knew him and I had met him somehow.
So he takes us across into Canada.
The next scene is where me and my sister are in an immigration or refugee office begging for political asylum. The woman behind the desk was akindly younger woman in her mid 30's. I was crying that if we are sent back we might get executed. The woman takes a hold of my hands and says that she will do whatever she can to keep us in Canada. We get our asylum and the Canadian government helps us set up roots there as they do with all American political refugees.
I can't remember where I was exactly but I remember a UN official asking us for statements about the political prisons and rehabilitation centers in the US. I said that I would draw up a statement. The UN rep that I was talking to wanted me and my sister to go in front of the UN Assembly and give our statements. I said that we would have to think about it. Then I woke up. I didn't want to as I wanted to see what would happen next.
Dee
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