balban's Dream Journal

I was standing in an airport when 3 large, Asian men scooped me up and dragged me off to a waiting car. I was thrown into the back seat and bookended by 2 of the large men. The third hopped in the driver's seat and drove off.

Then I was in a stairwell. There was a line of people along one wall of the stairwell. I was being hustled up along the other wall. The people in the line were yelling at us, screaming that it wasn't fair that I was being moved to the front of the line, but their cries went ignored. After what felt like 5 flights of stairs we reached the end of the line. The stairwell ended in a room that looked like a small waiting room. There were no windows. It was dimly lit by small lamps sitting on the few desks placed about the room. Along the back wall of the room, a little right of the centerline of the stairwell, there was a door. One of the Asian men told me the Kim Jong Il wanted to see me when he came out of the room.

The door opened and out stepped a man, who didn't really look like Kim Jong Il, walked right up to me as if he knew me. He told me that I was going to do some "commercials" for his country and I was going to tell his people that everyone in the US lives in worse conditions than people in North Korea. He also told me to tell them how lucky they were to live with him as their leader, because living in the US was much worse. He finished up with a warning, not a direct warning, but a warning that I had better comply or something bad would happen (whatever that meant).

Next Kim Jong Il and I were walking through what looked like a sports stadium. Kim Jong Il was walking beneath the bleachers, smoking a cigarette. I was walking through a walkway, near the concession stands.