Dreaming the strange dreams

Ok, so here's what I dreamt last night:

I was at home with my family, and suddenly America had been invaded (by who, I don't really know), and a war began. Almost immediately, we were being forced to take what we could carry, and move to conentration centers. I was frantic, because I couldn't find my warm coat to take with me--for the winter months, and I wanted to cry because I was leaving all my beautiful clothes behind. We couldn't take our pets with us, and I knew my gecko and the family parakeet would freeze to death. But we had to go.

We arrived at the center and were split up by age and region. I was in a institutional white room with all my compatriots from highschool (The old Sherrard crew). No one else seemed particularly upset--they gave us movies and popcorn, and made us sit down on the carpet and behave. I just cried. I missed my Dave D., I knew I couldn't leave, and I didn't know what was going to happen to us. My free life was over; it was all gone.

Dream-months passed, and now we POW's were given a little bit more freedom. I snuck back to my house, but there were new people living in it. They had a little boy. So I started my walk through a town back to the Center. I saw Dave D! He was enlisted in the military now--by choice or by force--and he didn't really acknowledge me. Maybe he was not allowed to. Regardless, it made me sad all over again. I ran into Adam too, and tried to cheer him up. Back at the Center, the gaurds were getting alot more relaxed, and one of them wanted to show off a hiding spot he had found in a nearby abandoned building. I remember thinking how important it was to remember places like this, for when the time came to escape . . . .

Kinda interesting eh? More disturbing, really.

Even more disturbing? It IS MONDAY. YUUUUUUCK.