08 May 2017
I am watching a Coldplay concert, which if it were real life would be one of the highlights of my life for sure, and when I step out for a moment to the main lobby I check my keys and find the long metal part of the key is melting. It’s just softening and becoming bendy. I toy with it a bit and then it hardens again. But when I return to the auditorium it melts again. I realize it’s the heat of the room which is making it melt.
I go back to the lobby to cool it down. Now parts of the key have disassembled. I return to be seated with the audience and am working on fixing the key. I’m thinking about how if I don’t fix it I do not have a spare one to go home with and I’ll be stuck in this city with my friend who I carpooled with.
Then the key shaft breaks off entirely from the base. It really freaks me out but as I play with it more I think I can keep it together long enough to put it in my car. So I tell my friend I’ll meet her out there.
I go out and insert the key. It turns the car on but then parts of the car are not working and its riding down the street. I pass by a school yard and see people falling, teachers are falling to the ground. I wonder if I should stop and help or keep going. Even if I wanted to stop I’m not sure the car would. I decide to stop and just check it out.
But as soon as I do a street-clothed CIA operative grabs me from the car, covers my head, and brings me into a locked room. I tell myself that even if they drug me, that my mind is stronger than their drug, and in fact it’s true. Three or four men enter and do something to me which disorients me for a moment but I quickly gain control. I realize I’m naked and I locate my shirt and put on pants which are far too big but at least they are pants.
The guard on the outside of the door sees me and comments and I try to speak but find I can’t. It’s the effect of the drug so I just murmur the words and it appears he is like-minded and understands and is trying to help.
I get back into the bed to try to relax and try to make it look like their drug has been successful but then the three return. One puts a pillow over my head and one holds my feet down and one puts a needle into my left thigh. I feel the long needle deep into my muscle and I feel the effect of the drug buzz through my body. Suddenly I feel like I”m on a roller coaster ride and am zooming around.
But then I take control of my mind again, bring my awareness back to my body and realize they are still there in the room. I don’t move. They think I am unconscious but I am listening to what they are planning next.
Then I wake up.
The analysis for this dream will be posted at another time.
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