weird ass dream
So I've been kidnapped and am in the desert in another country, probably in the middle east. I am stuck in this little shack with no water, no food. My mouth is sticky and disgusting. I'm very hot. I am with 2 other people, but I don't really know them, see them, they are just there. I have my digital camera with me, which I drop and it breaks in half. I'm way frustrated by that. I go outside and there is a dirt road that I cross, then there is a pasture in front of me. I hide my camera in the grass that borders the fence. I put it behind the post becuase I don't want any horse or cow eating it when they eat the grass, at which point I am picturing this happening. A lot of people come to that fence because that is where the stick to wipe your ass is kept. At this particular moment it is not there becuase the guy is in the bathroom. He is screaming in there, which he always does, as if he is in a lot of pain. I think he is torturing himself, although who knows why. Then we are all taken to this building that is all open air. I see a turban making shop with other ethnic things as we are led in. There are many of us now. We sit down and are given a white sheet. The people in charge tell us to either put this on our head as a turban or over our faces like the KKK. I lean to the girl next to me and say "maybe if we pretend to be muslim we will get out of here faster." then I for some stupid reason put mine over my head like the KKK and rip eye holes. The girl next to me puts in on her head like a turban. Then the group is split based on what they did with their sheet and I realize I made the wrong choice. It occurs to me that this could be the most important test of the whole time I'm here, which could be years. Maybe all the people who are still here are the ones who chose the KKK hood. I look back at my group and some guy has made his sheet so it is skin tight to his face. it looks like a creepy mime. I then sneak off and find a good place to fix my sheet into a turban. It looks bad. I am trying to find the other group who had chosen to make turbans originally, and so I go to that muslim shop since they might be there. They aren't. I am looking all over, and then I find a girl. I ask her where they are and she tells me with hand gestures, "go that way, then over there and they should be there." Then as I am walking off, she yells after me with an accent, "Ask a girl, she'll tell you I promise." I am running along the side rail. I feel a huge sense of panic. I see turbans... is that them? Then I woke up to my fucking alarm. I never found the muslims!