I have a dream...

...where I'm in a group of protesters against a dictator who uses brutal force to rule the people and we are all gathered in a massive gymnasium of a random school campus. He kills off the rebels one by one by maintaining eye contact with that person, holding a weapon of great destruction. It's like a credit card with a magnetic strip and if you draw a line with the card anywhere on your body while looking at the other person, your body is cut in half wherever the line was drawn. So he started to execute people one by one, by decapitating these rebels, one by one. He drew a line at his throat and he had now killed off over ten rebels. One of the girls next to me spoke up and her head was sliced clean off her neck - bone, muscle, nerves and all. A bunch of us gathered together and told ourselves that we would steal those weapons and use them to fight back. So we did. I held down one of the guards and we fought him while he killed our friends. After few minutes of severe struggle, we yanked the card out of his hands and I held it up, trying  to find a rebel in need of my help. And I started killing off these guards so we could escape from the gym we were closed off in. One of the guards was attacking my friend, taunting them to beg for their lives as she laughed and started slicing off one of his limbs. I looked at her intently and started drawing a line across by throat. I could almost feel the pain she would have one her body. When I was almost done slicing her neck, I stopped and grabbed my friend's hand. Her head hung on the side of her neck, like an oddly broken tree branch. We ran. Around ten to twenty of us made a run for it and we headed out the gym doors and into the hallways, not knowing where the hell we were going. We felt like we were forcefully blinded and the suspense was almost enough to make everyone crazy. Then, an image appeared in my head and told me to go a certain direction. Like a CG hologram of a person's face. First, a figure of a woman's face like my mother' s, then a father figure like Morgan Freeman, and so on. I can't remember the faces very well because I was so busy running after them but it felt like I could trust them. They spoke to me in soothing voices. By the time I followed their direction, we were surround by a group of grungy bikers/hippies in this weirdly large room. The gigantic sign on the door when we were entering said NO SMOKING. We saw no troops of the dictator and we knew we could rest easy there. No troops would give up smoking and it was almost unlawful not to smoke under the dictatorship. Behind them, there was an entire outside world where we could live off the land. A whole ecosystem leading from outside of that room. We were welcomed by this strange group of people and we lived there for a couple days and had our first good night's sleep, ate well and even had time to play with the children in that group. (And everybody know when you plah with children, it means peace.) Sometime after those blissful days, while we were surveilling outside as we usually did, we noticed a group of soldiers who started following us. We luckily diverted them by running circles around them (figuratively) and made it back safely, but we were so anxious and almost gave up because the panic was so surreal... As it turns out, one of the guys from our rebellion actually contacted the dictator and sold information in exchange of his life. We were so incredibly frustrated but couldn't do anything to further jeopardize our situation. Shortly thereafter, we were fighting the dictator and his troops once again and he was decapitating all the men and women who were brave enough to fight against them. I hid behind a short wall from all his troops and watched as my friends fell, their heads separated from their bodies. Then it was my turn. I was fighting the soldiers with my slaying card this whole time. The dictator and I looked and each other and started drawing a line across our throats. I felt the warmth of my blood dripping down the side of my body and knew we would both die from this. As we drew near the spine of our necks, I woke up - confused and sometime proud of my sacrifice to save the rebellion from the terrors of this awful dictator.

I just simply cannot understand what this dream meant. It just seems like another one of thise crazy random dreams I have all the time. Thoughts, questions and comments are all more than welcome!