I typed up this dream a few weeks ago and forgot to post it.
My family and I, as well as many other families, have been forcibly packed into a drab government building with no explicit or obvious purpose. The room is filled with the muffled whispers of what we have done to be put here and what they are going to do to us. Every ten or so minutes, a government worker will come out of the door at the front of the room and call off a list of ten people at a time. It is always the patriarch of the family. The men line up and file into the windowless room, and the government worker shuts the door behind them. No man, save the government worker, ever comes back out.
The man comes out of the door again. Half way through the list of names, he calls my father’s name. My mother, sister and I all look at each other frightfully. My dad doesn’t look at us at all, just gets up and follows the rest of the men into the room.
Ten more minutes pass, but the government worker never comes back out. Then ten more minutes. Then ten more, ten more, until an hour and a half has passed. I get fed up with waiting and decide to explore the building to find out what is going on. My family asks no questions as I get up to leave.
In the part of the building where we are being contained, there is only one very long hallway with exits at
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both ends and the door leading to the mysterious room where the men are being held (see diagram). I walk down the left of the hallway. There are no doors at all in the hallway. Eventually I reach the end, and I go out the exit. There is a small concrete patio, and beyond that an empty field. On the wall next to the door that I had just come out of, there is another door. I pull on the handle, and to my surprise, it’s unlocked. I peek inside, and I don’t see anyone inside. I go in.
The room looks like an exhibit from some sort of marine museum. There is a giant model of a blue whale hanging overhead and a recreation of a turtle nesting area, as well as a large tank filled with fish and sting rays. At the other end of the room there is another door. Right as I’m crossing the room, I get a mean craving for a cigarette. I decide to go outside to for a quick smoke of one of the cigaretts that have magically appeared in my jacket pocket before going any further. But once I get outside, it’s raining. I then decide that since I’m being held against my will in this building, I may as well smoke inside of it. I go back in and light my cigarette. A few seconds later I hear the handle jiggling on the door across the room. I throw myself on the floor behind the turtle nesting exhibit and put out my cigarette on the carpet. Someone opens the door.
“Hello?” he says, smelling the smoke. “No smoking in here!” He then goes back through the door he came.
I get back up to go through the door. It leads to an empty T-shaped hallway. Unlike the hallway by the main containment room, there are many doors down the hallways. I opt to walk down the hallway straight in front of me. There are a few rooms with large windows – most of them are empty and dark, but the lights are on inside some of them. There are some men in white coats, perhaps doctors or laboratory workers or something inside, but other than the white coats the rooms are completely empty – not even some chairs for them to sit on.
Midway down the hallway, I look into one of the windows and see the government worker who had been taking the men into the mystery room. He is sitting on a folding metal chair inside a larger, carpeted room – I assume that this is the mystery room – but it is completely empty. Fed up with trying to figure out what is going on, I open the door to confront him.
“Hey, where’s my dad? Where are all the other dads? What are we doing here?”
Without saying a word he stands up and quickly walks towards me.
I let out a cry and bolt for the door. I exit the room, find my family and sit on the place of the bench that I had been sitting before I left, squishing myself against the wall in case he decides to come out of the room after me to find me.
A few minutes later, he comes out, but not to get me.
“You’re all free to go,” he says. No one asks him about the men. We all cram into a van and are shipped home.
Once we get home, we don’t speak a word to each other. I go onto the back porch for some time to myself.
I hear a van door slide open and then closed.
Maybe it’s dad, I think. Maybe they’ve brought him home!
Not thinking, I decide to climb the pylon in the back yard (how and why a pylon was in my backyard, I have no idea) in
an attempt to look over the house to see him standing in the driveway. A millisecond before I begin to climb the pylon, I hear my dad’s voice.
“Hey!” he says.
But it’s too late. I’ve already gripped both my hands and places one foot on the bottom rung of the pylon.
As a result, I’m delivered a terrible electric shock. I’m knocked back and I land on my knees.
“Dad!” I exclaim. I then realize that my body is completely numb. “Oh crap, I’m paralyzed… ugh, great.”
“What the hell were you doing?!” my dad asks me.
The feeling in the left half of my body returns. “Oh, never mind, I’m only half paralyzed. But I’m so glad you’re home!” I say
My parents rush over to help me. As they grab my arms to lift me up, the feelings come back to my right side and I’m able to stand and walk on my own.
“Yay, I’m okay!” I say. We all share a sitcom laugh and go inside, free of the weight of the world.
Tags: dreams, family, government, imprisonment, separation
