Captive Dream
So, I had an unsettling dream. I hesitate to call it a nightmare, because I was keeping myself from panicking. But, I woke up after a shopping trip with my mom, though we were in my house. Bo was away on some business trip or the other and I think Andi was with her other grandmother. Both dogs were at the house, though.
I wake up and walk around the house only to notice the entire living room is devoid of furniture, electronics, the Christmas tree, and the presents underneath! I thought it might be a petty thief at first, but touring every room in the house reveals just the same. They've somehow made off with everything! (except what was in the garage, even though the garage door was open). All of the doors were open and the window blinds were gone. None of the light switches worked because they had disabled them somehow.
Looking around for my purse, I discover that, of course, it's gone too along with my phone. We don't have a land line, so I can't contact Robert. It's something like 3am, so I'm hesitant to go to any of the neighbors to wake them and ask for help.
Just as I'm mustering the sense to do just that, I notice the lights of a car in the driveway. Relieved, I hope it's Bo who has somehow discovered my phone is missing. Nope. There are two cars with guns mounted on them and a big vehicle used to haul prisoners. Now I'm a little nervous.
A guy with a buzzcut assembles a bunch of other miserable looking people and gives them the rundown of what has happened. They promise to return all of our belongings and leave us alone if we'll do a few simple tasks for them. They're not hard, he promises, just maybe a little humiliating. He's making it out to be some sort of game and his company chuckles.
So, mom and I are separated. I'm put in that heavy prisoner-transport with two other guys. I just quietly go along with it, biding my time, though I have NO idea how I'm going to get out of this. I'm desperate enough that I begin contemplating peeling the silicon seal off the windows and knocking one out, though I'm sure I'd be caught.
The guy in front of me starts boasting to the other prisoner that he has a gun and he's going to kill the leader as soon as we're let out of the transport. The driver looks back in his mirror, laughs, and holds out a hand for the gun. He's a pretty tough looking guy. I think the armed dude realized he didn't have a chance in hell, and he handed it over.
I woke up soon after this, grateful to have found some escape, but frustrated I hadn't found a way of saving myself and my mom from these guys. I was curious to see what they planned to do with us, though I knew it wouldn't be good. I had almost come up with a plan to get the transport to drive into the river, though I still wasn't certain I'd be able to escape alive-- especially in single-digit temperatures.
I think my movies should be transcribed into Hollywood scripts.
I wake up and walk around the house only to notice the entire living room is devoid of furniture, electronics, the Christmas tree, and the presents underneath! I thought it might be a petty thief at first, but touring every room in the house reveals just the same. They've somehow made off with everything! (except what was in the garage, even though the garage door was open). All of the doors were open and the window blinds were gone. None of the light switches worked because they had disabled them somehow.
Looking around for my purse, I discover that, of course, it's gone too along with my phone. We don't have a land line, so I can't contact Robert. It's something like 3am, so I'm hesitant to go to any of the neighbors to wake them and ask for help.
Just as I'm mustering the sense to do just that, I notice the lights of a car in the driveway. Relieved, I hope it's Bo who has somehow discovered my phone is missing. Nope. There are two cars with guns mounted on them and a big vehicle used to haul prisoners. Now I'm a little nervous.
A guy with a buzzcut assembles a bunch of other miserable looking people and gives them the rundown of what has happened. They promise to return all of our belongings and leave us alone if we'll do a few simple tasks for them. They're not hard, he promises, just maybe a little humiliating. He's making it out to be some sort of game and his company chuckles.
So, mom and I are separated. I'm put in that heavy prisoner-transport with two other guys. I just quietly go along with it, biding my time, though I have NO idea how I'm going to get out of this. I'm desperate enough that I begin contemplating peeling the silicon seal off the windows and knocking one out, though I'm sure I'd be caught.
The guy in front of me starts boasting to the other prisoner that he has a gun and he's going to kill the leader as soon as we're let out of the transport. The driver looks back in his mirror, laughs, and holds out a hand for the gun. He's a pretty tough looking guy. I think the armed dude realized he didn't have a chance in hell, and he handed it over.
I woke up soon after this, grateful to have found some escape, but frustrated I hadn't found a way of saving myself and my mom from these guys. I was curious to see what they planned to do with us, though I knew it wouldn't be good. I had almost come up with a plan to get the transport to drive into the river, though I still wasn't certain I'd be able to escape alive-- especially in single-digit temperatures.
I think my movies should be transcribed into Hollywood scripts.