Any dream interpreters out there??
Posted: June 10th, 2009, 4:31 am
I had the weirdest, most detailed dream last night...
Somehow, I was kidnapped, and ended up in a jail in Hong Kong. The name of the jail was Hwong Fhen, or something like that.. It was a very dirty jail, where we inmates were able to be together in public spaces. We were worked very hard, like a labor camp, abused mentally, physically, and sexually.
I ended up leading an escape plot, and I was the first, and as far as I knew, the only person to escape. We were able to build secret compartments in rooms, befriend enough guards to make this happen, use tools as weapons, etc. Several Asian inmates helped me to escape. I have no idea why I was in the jail or what my charge was.
I escaped by breaking into the warden's office and stealing the keys to a side door, and then stealing a car to get out of there. I was driving around what was supposed to be Hong Kong, hiding out until I could get somewhere safe. I saw lots of elegant water fountains and man-made waterfalls in the city. Some of these were several stories high, and were wrapped around cul-de-sacs.
Somehow, I ended up back in the USA, in my parent's house, except it wasn't the house I knew them to have. The President of the United States had shown up that morning to tell them I was back and alive, and my mother showed me a letter from the president while we were watching the news about me, and I was reading a synopsis of my time in the Hong Kong prison. I told her about the abuse in the prison, and we both cried. I was also famous, and some kind of hero to the country.
Next thing I know, I'm in a hospital, waiting on my wife, who was unconscious, and didn't know I was back. I didn't see her or resolve that part of the dream before I woke up.
And that's it........... Any ideas??
Somehow, I was kidnapped, and ended up in a jail in Hong Kong. The name of the jail was Hwong Fhen, or something like that.. It was a very dirty jail, where we inmates were able to be together in public spaces. We were worked very hard, like a labor camp, abused mentally, physically, and sexually.
I ended up leading an escape plot, and I was the first, and as far as I knew, the only person to escape. We were able to build secret compartments in rooms, befriend enough guards to make this happen, use tools as weapons, etc. Several Asian inmates helped me to escape. I have no idea why I was in the jail or what my charge was.
I escaped by breaking into the warden's office and stealing the keys to a side door, and then stealing a car to get out of there. I was driving around what was supposed to be Hong Kong, hiding out until I could get somewhere safe. I saw lots of elegant water fountains and man-made waterfalls in the city. Some of these were several stories high, and were wrapped around cul-de-sacs.
Somehow, I ended up back in the USA, in my parent's house, except it wasn't the house I knew them to have. The President of the United States had shown up that morning to tell them I was back and alive, and my mother showed me a letter from the president while we were watching the news about me, and I was reading a synopsis of my time in the Hong Kong prison. I told her about the abuse in the prison, and we both cried. I was also famous, and some kind of hero to the country.
Next thing I know, I'm in a hospital, waiting on my wife, who was unconscious, and didn't know I was back. I didn't see her or resolve that part of the dream before I woke up.
And that's it........... Any ideas??
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