Identity Theft

Date: 12/14/2025

I'm at a dock shop when I notice a man has gotten close enough and was stealing my credit card and other cards from my wallet. I catch his hand and forcibly remove my cards from his hands. I then take it a step further, feeling bold, and wrangle his ID from him so I can report him to the police. We go back and forth, but eventually I get it, he is not happy at all. I then begin to walk away with my cards and his ID in hand, looking for a police officer to report his theivery to. I turn around and realize the man is now angrily pursuing me. I take my phone and call 911 for help as he take out what looks like a whip (or at least a huge string) made of large white purls and begins beating me with it. As he continues to pursue and hit me, I'm begging on the phone for someone to come help, but I hear no answer. Eventually I black out... I then wake up in a strange house, mind blurry, memory foggy. I feel like I'd been thoroughly drugged and can't remember who I am. I check my wallet and find my ID... But see that all the info had been wiped from it, leaving just a fuzzy photo of myself. I check my credit cards, the info had also been cleared off. I had nothing that confirmed who I was or what I had. I then wander into a bathroom across from the room I awoke in. It had dozens of chemical containers sitting on the floor. It looks like someone was mixing chemicals... I assumed that's what was used to wipe all my cards of their info and to drug me. I wander into the kitchen, now feeling afraid and confused. I realize I must have been out a while, and this man had plenty of time to go through all my personal info/data, access my identity, my bank, cards, savings, everything... And just took it all. He stole my Identity and all my money. I eventually look around and realize there are small black cameras in just about every corner of every room. He was watching, recording. He wanted to take away my safely, security, and control, just like he did my identity and money. He eventually comes into the house and sits with me at a table; him looking all smug and victorious, while I'm terrified and panicked. There's someone else there, but I can't tell who, maybe a child. There's a drawing and some writing under it that the child puts on the table between me and the man, right in front of me. I glance down to look at it and read the writing... I recognize it as Scripture, or at least part of it (I still don't know what it said). I suddenly realize that even if this man had taken everything from me, I am still a child of God and therefore have everything, I don't need the money. In that moment, I remember who I am and every hold this man had on me was gone in an instant. The amnesia is gone, the fear is gone, and I stand up to leave. The man is visibly confused, looks at the paper, and becomes angry. He's furious that the other person would expose me to the words. I then leave, knowing who I am, realizing this man has no hold on me, and feeling completely free and at peace.