I am sitting in an outside theatre of some sort: there are rows of folding chairs and loads of people are around. My friend Brian is sitting next to me.
A larger man is sitting in front of me, noticeably older but relatively distinguished. He lets his hand fall by the side of his folding chair and reaches for me, softly grabbing my hand. I promptly pull my hand away, feeling somewhat disgusted. He is outwardly upset, stands up, and turns around looking at Brian and I in a disapproving manner. He starts yelling at me (the words are not discernable here) and Brian, my ever gallant gay best friend, yells back at the man telling him to leave me alone.
Feeling protective, I put my arm around Brian and glare at the man. At this, the man becomes enraged and yells “I get it now!” (in a recognizable oh, you are gay tone). He pulls out what looks like a taser gun and shoots me in the side just below the rib cage. However, it is not actually a taser gun: he has shot me with some sort of sleeping dart.
The drug immediately takes affect and I fall off of my chair onto the ground. The man and some of his “cronies” pick me up, each taking one limb so I am in somewhat of a superman position. They carry me through the street. It is a dirt road lined with tons of people. Everything is hazy but I am seeing people that I know as they carry me up the dirt path. I try to call to them, saying “I didn’t do anything! They drugged me, somebody help me!” I see my friend Jessie from college and I look at her in the face and say “Please help me Jessie, they drugged me and I didn’t do anything!” She starts to laugh.
I have a moment and then think—is this all a big joke? The drug is starting to wear off now and I can walk again, the men let me walk on my own and we are nearing the top of the hill. My parents are standing there . . . my mother comes up to me and says “Do you see now, Becky? Now, you believe.”
I am infuriated, yelling curse words at everyone, “F* you!” “F* you, I will never believe, I am an atheist, don’t you get it?”
As a final note, I had this dream on Good Friday
[submitted by Becky]
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