Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/26/2016
By MUTT
A horror kind of dream. Sometimes I was the dad, sometimes the son (movie-like). went on some innocent car trip to a drive-in movie theater. I think Dawn of the Dead was playing. people getting escorted from their vehicles. parents separated from their kids. As a parent I felt unease, so I told my kid to hide in the car (in the headliner somehow!) and I'd pretend to be childless. I was taken to a huge factory-like facility where they attempted to brainwash me and put me to work. I somehow avoided the brainwashing so I was the only one to remember I had a kid. My job assignment was in a car lot, where I began to realize the vehicles from the drive-in were being stolen and I was on the lookout for my own, hoping to see my son again. As the kid, hiding was terrifying. People were definitely checking every inch of every car. for stowaways or something else, I'll never know. I stay out of sight and a stranger drives the car (with me in it) to the facility where my dad is, though I don't know this. After the car is parked and abandoned, I make a break for it. Unfortunately as the dad, I locate the car shortly after but my son is missing, and my new mission is to figure out where all the kids were taken. A lot happens that I don't remember... something to do with encountering the boss figures and them becoming suspicious because I didn't seem brainwashed enough, was somewhere I shouldn't be. I remember lying, that I was looking for a bathroom. I got a pass but they officially saw me as someone to monitor and this made me nervous so I immediately and foolishly stole a car and tore off... but I didn't know the miles of overgrown land in all directions, and was found by a pack of official looking people in police looking cars. I was in peril. They were going to kill me, or properly brainwash me, so I pleaded for my son. "Spare him, please! He's only seven!" etc. They were sickly satisfied by this and took me to a separate nearby facility to show me the horror of endless children hanging on huge rotating storage racks, like three kids high and 50 kids wide. kid cubes. The room felt refrigerated and I wasn't sure if they were dead. some were being plucked by machine arms that came out of the ceiling and dumped into a dropbox kind of thing. I got hysterical, thinking my son was among them, and they subdued me. Then I woke up. I realize now that my son is hiding somewhere, in the woods maybe, and I wish him the best. lol