01-12-2011, 08:20 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in a post-apocalyptic world that had spontaneously turned Service-to-Self. I was "owned" by someone of higher status, a man who would have a person killed for the slightest infraction or annoyance. I had to be very careful about what I said and did. He seemed to be attempting to pry some sort of information from me without letting me know exactly what it was that he wanted. We were located in what had been a large ("big-box") store before the apocalypse. It was full of things to eat (containers of pastries, scones, etc), and I was very hungry and wanted desperately to open one of the containers and eat, but my owner wouldn't let me (only because I wasn't of high enough status).
A number of events transpired, that I have now forgotten. Toward the end of the dream, we went outside the store and were visited by a family. There was a teenage boy, of about 18, in the family, and he was of higher status than my owner (and rather more kindly disposed toward others). He somehow found out that I knew how to use a Wrist Rocket (for those of you who aren't American, a Wrist Rocket is a powerful slingshot, popular back in the 1970s, that can be used to hunt small game, or to create elaborate mischief). This young man decided to take me from my owner, which caused the man tremendous rage, but he dared not speak or object in any way. The young man wanted me to tutor him in the use of a Wrist Rocket.
The dream ended shortly afterward. It was a frightening look into a Service-to-Self existence.
A number of events transpired, that I have now forgotten. Toward the end of the dream, we went outside the store and were visited by a family. There was a teenage boy, of about 18, in the family, and he was of higher status than my owner (and rather more kindly disposed toward others). He somehow found out that I knew how to use a Wrist Rocket (for those of you who aren't American, a Wrist Rocket is a powerful slingshot, popular back in the 1970s, that can be used to hunt small game, or to create elaborate mischief). This young man decided to take me from my owner, which caused the man tremendous rage, but he dared not speak or object in any way. The young man wanted me to tutor him in the use of a Wrist Rocket.
The dream ended shortly afterward. It was a frightening look into a Service-to-Self existence.