Current mood:

grumpy

Another excellent, yet strange dream
I know I shouldn't have wasted time/strength typing this, but I couldn't resist.

I was living in a society as a slave. We weren’t treated particularly badly – I don’t think we were beaten and we had good clothes and enough to eat – but we were still slaves. I was a slave for members of my family – an aunt, uncle and cousins, I believe. They also had a steady stream of slaves who would be here for a few days, and then be sold on, so I never really had a chance to know them properly. One night we were in the huge, massive hall for dinner. It must have been a party or something, for there were at least 50 people there. The slaves were on a raised alcove, like a big stage. It was me and three others – a boy and two girls – who had just come in and already knew one another. In the middle of the feast they walked to the middle of the stage and started singing. It was a powerful, beautiful, heart breaking song about slavery, high and loud and piercing. Everyone stopped eating and listened in silence. The whole roomful of people were so moved by this song that they watched the three slaves walk slowly through the hall in single file and out past the guards without doing anything. I walked after them and escaped too.

I stayed away for a day and night, and then went back. My reasons seemed myriad, and confused. Part of it was that this was my family and I felt a warped sense of obligation, but I had also decided to stay and fight slavery from the inside rather than escape to another land and leave my country with these unjust laws. It would be trite as a book, but as a dream it was awesome.

The previous night I had a Desert Adventure dream, which involved daring human chain rescues over treacherous sand, and walking on thin ledges far about the ground. I really hope tonight gives me something awesome too.