Recurring Dream Update
In the “Noble Fugitives” entry, I discussed a recurring dream I had:
I keep having these recurring dreams where I am held captive, kept against my will for reasons unclear. Each dream has different scenarios and captors. I always try to escape. The dreams end with me breaking free into a world as a wanted man.
I wake up when a feeling of ominous freedom emerges, with the world feeling scary and repressive. A paranoid sense that my captors are hounding me is ever-present. I suspect I keep getting recaptured because I keep having these dreams. I have been having them my whole life.
I had another last night. I was being held captive in a large compound with my first childhood best friend, Fleance, whom I have not seen since I was a teenager. There seemed to be some chaos within the compound, as the guards were preoccupied with something else. While they scrambled, we quietly gathered our essential belongings, cramming them into our pockets.
The person guarding us had to check on something and told us to stay put and not jump the fence. When he left, we jumped the fence. On the other side, there was a groundskeeper. Without saying anything to him, I reached into my wallet and gave him $100, then we ran.
We were hiding behind trees and other obstacles, rushing as fast as we could away from the compound. We came across this futuristic open space and felt like we could relax a little. We decided to leave the country and escape to some place truly random—one they would never suspect.
I realized we did not have our passports. Feeling disappointed, I looked down at my hands, and there appeared, as if by magic, a set of passports, allowing the escape to become real.
I woke from the dream feeling good, as if I had finally freed myself from these dreams. The “rock” sensation, common in my chest, felt warm—loving even. It was 2 a.m., and I lingered in the pleasant sensation, feeling that this dream was significant. Something had shifted.
Suddenly, a light flashed in the bedroom window. It looked like lightning, which was strange. Camille saw it as well.
A few moments later, it sounded like someone was knocking on the front door. I got up, and the knocks continued. I walked to the front, looked out the window, and saw cop cars lined along the street.
I opened the door, and three large police officers were standing there. They said there had been a break-in nearby, and the two perpetrators were hiding in our backyard, with police dogs and drones searching for them.
Eventually, they were found and captured, taken from our backyard in handcuffs. The police were checking to see if we were okay and if our doors were secured. They were.
After they left, I recalled my dream, heightening the sense that something symbolic had just happened. I escaped, and they were captured. I cannot explain why, but the overwhelming feeling was that this was a positive omen.
Before I went back to bed, I thought to myself: once free, you cannot get sloppy.
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