My Crazy Dreams - Chipped, Tagged & Chased
Posted on September 7, 2011
Most of you awesome readers here will be aware that I frequently have very vivid dreams, and that I often document them on the website. Truth is, I could write entries every day about my weird dreams from the night before, but I guess part of me doesn't want this entire site to be about my crazy dreams. So usually I just write down the really strange ones, here's a small example, check the Archives section for the rest:
Anyway, last night was no exception. It was set in the future, and it was action packed!
I was in New York City and trying to get home from there. I was outside and running during the day, being chased, and I remember looking up at the sky and seeing chemtrails, and also seeing anti-gravity patrolling units, almost Matrix-esq (from that part where Neo gets flushed down the drain in the very first movie). This thing picks me up and instantly locks my hands and spine in some sort of pincer that has a fresh needle being injected into my hands and lower back. They insert what I assumed is a programmable tag in my hands and lower spine and I scream out in pain. But the fun doesn't stop there. The hover-patrolling-pincer-machine continues to feed in information through the syringes, and every time it does I get a shocking jolt of pain, so I am repeatedly crying out in agony. All while being suspended in mid air.
The pain was enough for me to seriously start writhing and trying to work my way out of this device no matter the cost, or the fall. I notice a space left around the pincer on my left hand and I start to wiggle it free, at the cost of mangling up my hand due to the needle still being inserted above my middle knuckle. Once my left hand is free I grab the pincer out of my back and right hand and fall to the ground while grasping on to whatever cloth harnesses were falling with me. As I land I start running and briefly look back and up to see the machine continuing on it's course like it was unaware that I had escaped.
The next part of the dream was running and desperately trying to find someone that could remove whatever GPS tags were inside me now. I ran past a ghetto area where I overheard someone talking about the "underground" to a bunch of listeners, and I immediately asked them for help. It seems they were reluctant to help me because they didn't know me, and so I was off running again. I have a brief memory of hiding in someone's basement and hoping the tags weren't active while I tended to my wounds.
There was also another part of the same dream which still has me wondering. I had obtained some sort of blue debit card looking thing and whatever company had supplied it was against what the machines were doing and had told me over the phone that if I go to an ATM machine with the blue card they supplied I could withdraw an unlimited amount of money until I was caught, and use it to get back home. I remember asking a child to use the ATM machine so my face wouldn't be recognized by the camera, and he withdrew something like $5,000.00 and I gave him $400.00 for helping me. With my wad of cash I was on the move and trying to find any help I could to get back home.
In another part of what can only be the same theme of dream, I was rushing towards the boarding section to a plane with a ticket in hand, but the door was closed and the attendant was apologizing to me that I had just missed the flight. As someone else who had family on the plane came running up beside me, someone at the airport made accommodations for us to get on one of those luggage buses and chase after the plane on the tarmac. As we were driving I couldn't help but noticed the scorched grass all around. I don't remember why it was that way, and I don't remember asking.
My snooze alarm was going off for the second before I got on the plane. I woke up rubbing my hands and spine, and was glad the pain was over. I sat in bed for a while before getting up, purposefully calling all the subconscious fragments into my waking consciousness, to store in my memory just in case I wanted to muse over the dream and/or write it down.
And here we are.