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November 27, 2005
trapped 
Last night, I dreamt I was supposed to shoot at a particular boat/vessel/thingee, and I did so, and then, I got captured by the people of this boat/vessel/thingee. In typical vj-raised-catholic fashion, no voices were raised, and everyone seemed friendly--sorta. And I was totally afraid. We go inside into a bar, and I am implanted with something, and told I will be a carrier of the next pandemic. Not only that, but I'm supposed to move some giant tables.
We part ways and I manage to move one table but not the next. I go investigate the other table, which is really giant, and hard-wired to the ground. I get back to the room, this weird funky motel room, and soon afterwards, the whole group of nasty people come in, threatening and being nasty. They all have weird unpleasant awful weapons, but some of them (the people) are very nice.
At some point I get outside, and I think, I can run away. So I start running, but just as quickly I realize that there is no way I am going to get away, and that trying is only going to make the situation worse. Much worse.
Feeling trapped is such a theme for me. I make no move because I'm afraid that any movement will only make it worse. How irrational is that?
Posted at November 27, 2005
Comments
So very strange the kinds of things our brains create isn't it? And I always felt it was so odd to have part of my brain just running off on its own and torturing me without me really having a say in the matter. If you can't trust your brain to be nice to you while you are sleeping and helpless, who can you trust?
Posted by: Jon in Michigan at November 27, 2005 3:03 PM