stockholm syndrome dream
Strange dream.
I'm out in the country and witness police attacking and being massacred by local militia. I'm lost, find my way to a large house in the country.
Inside I'm berated and destroyed by the owner, who forces me to live in the basement and work his farm for him. He's the epitome of everything I've ever hated about anyone: he's tall, lean, with a close blond buzzcut; he's a hick, though he's also a douchebag artist on the side who manipulates women, he's a die hard militiaman and is the leader of the militia that killed the police officers earlier in the dream.
He has a young woman who lives with him: a girl whom delivered some chai tea from her family's tea shop in town and never left. She is in the same situation as me except she lives upstairs and sleeps with the man. Obviously.
She's Jessica.
It's been 2 years since she's been with him, she has had no contact with her family. He's sterile, so she's thankfully not become pregnant and maybe because of this the man refuses to let me speak to her. I'm forced to work on the farm, after a few weeks of sickness I start becoming thinner, more sickly.
She starts to sneak down into the basement when he's asleep. We fall in love. He finds out when he gets up to piss one morning and finds her down there. Yet, he encourages us to sleep together, just only when he chooses to. He wants a child and can't have one himself.
The things I endured I can't remember at this point, since the dream is thankfully fading: I remember having to clean his septic tank and his friends forcing me to put the hose in my mouth while cleaning it. I remember him drunk and fucked up, threatening me with a gun. I was basically his abused house wife, only that was also Jessica and I was simply a man who lived with him.
I also remember waking up thanking God it was only a dream, but it brought up some real emotions.
In the dream, in the last half, I was attempting to find time to kill the man. I was looking out of the corner of my eye, trying to find a weapon, trying to coordinate what time and place would be best - likely night when he was asleep, a knife to his sternum. But maybe this is something real about me as a person, I was too frightened to, even though he was destroying my and my waking life wife's emotions and humanity.
I am terrified I could be that kind of person. Thankfully I don't predict myself being in a hostage situation where this emotion would be real.
In the end, we have a kid - a daughter - who prefers me to her "father", likely because she knows I share blood with her. Jess and the man marry and I'm silent, having not spoke in years. The little girl grows up with her mom and "dad" and I eventually disappear.
I'm out in the country and witness police attacking and being massacred by local militia. I'm lost, find my way to a large house in the country.
Inside I'm berated and destroyed by the owner, who forces me to live in the basement and work his farm for him. He's the epitome of everything I've ever hated about anyone: he's tall, lean, with a close blond buzzcut; he's a hick, though he's also a douchebag artist on the side who manipulates women, he's a die hard militiaman and is the leader of the militia that killed the police officers earlier in the dream.
He has a young woman who lives with him: a girl whom delivered some chai tea from her family's tea shop in town and never left. She is in the same situation as me except she lives upstairs and sleeps with the man. Obviously.
She's Jessica.
It's been 2 years since she's been with him, she has had no contact with her family. He's sterile, so she's thankfully not become pregnant and maybe because of this the man refuses to let me speak to her. I'm forced to work on the farm, after a few weeks of sickness I start becoming thinner, more sickly.
She starts to sneak down into the basement when he's asleep. We fall in love. He finds out when he gets up to piss one morning and finds her down there. Yet, he encourages us to sleep together, just only when he chooses to. He wants a child and can't have one himself.
The things I endured I can't remember at this point, since the dream is thankfully fading: I remember having to clean his septic tank and his friends forcing me to put the hose in my mouth while cleaning it. I remember him drunk and fucked up, threatening me with a gun. I was basically his abused house wife, only that was also Jessica and I was simply a man who lived with him.
I also remember waking up thanking God it was only a dream, but it brought up some real emotions.
In the dream, in the last half, I was attempting to find time to kill the man. I was looking out of the corner of my eye, trying to find a weapon, trying to coordinate what time and place would be best - likely night when he was asleep, a knife to his sternum. But maybe this is something real about me as a person, I was too frightened to, even though he was destroying my and my waking life wife's emotions and humanity.
I am terrified I could be that kind of person. Thankfully I don't predict myself being in a hostage situation where this emotion would be real.
In the end, we have a kid - a daughter - who prefers me to her "father", likely because she knows I share blood with her. Jess and the man marry and I'm silent, having not spoke in years. The little girl grows up with her mom and "dad" and I eventually disappear.