MysticalDipshit's Archive of Epic Dreams

Wednesday 13th – Escaping Prison and Hitler


Non-Lucid

A guy comes into give a speech, while about 100 kids are on an assault course. It’s really muddy, and I have no idea why we are doing it. I decide not to listen, and before I know it, we are all being sent to a place which is like a death camp.

My feet and hands are cuffed together, and a big line of people are stood with me in a dim corridor. The walls don’t even feel like walls, more like damp mud. It’s similar to a mineshaft or something like that. So the guy at the front on the line is reading out instructions, and because I haven’t been listening, I ask someone behind me what’s happening, but they don’t know either. However, they do pass me a pen, so I can write down the instructions and I begin to write it on my hand. The only part I can remember writing is ‘The memory fades away…’, which is confusing because these are supposed to be instructions.

We are then marched outside, and I finally see what’s happening. It’s a spelling contest, and failure is death. I start to laugh because of how strange it is. A guy is called up, and has to spell the word ‘disabled’, but instead he says “kjystiunf”, and gets his head cut off. By now, I am in hysterical laughter, and the man in charge starts to give a speech. A sheet is also handed out with the words on. He gives me an evil glare, and I wake up.

I am trying to remember what was written on the sheet as I lay in bed. It’s one of those things when you know what you’re thinking of but you can’t quite see it. I realize that words are written in Spanish, because I recognise some of them, but they don’t make sense by themselves because I don’t know half of the speech.

I want to go back into the dream to figure out what was happening, so I start to think of the dream again, and I eventually fall back asleep.

I am back in the dream but towards the back of the crowd as another speech is carried out, but I arrive just as everyone is leaving. I decide I might as well leave too then, and I go home. I am sat in my old room, and I realize that I have magnetic hands, which I can turn on and off. I go over to coins, cutlery, and all different kinds of metal object to test my new found power. I can even control it so that it becomes more like telekinesis rather than a magnet. Going over to the door, I see a diary and leaflets everywhere, which are about this kind of thing. I realize that this was what the speech was about, and if you could do it, then you were evil. I go onto Google and look up ways to get better at it, as well as hiding it.

I find a website that talks about a ‘silver ritual’, which is where you take a metal stone, and bond it to you, and allows you to have more control. My mum walks in on me, and shouts, telling me that I’m evil, and that I should be sent away. I have to pack up my things, and then leave. I get a bag and start putting things in, like slippers and pencils and colouring books.
An alarm goes off, which is supposed to show evil people, and my mum shouts for me to come downstairs. As I walk out, I then appear in a prison. My mum turned me in.

The prison is a huge one, with about 12 floors, which all have balconies on, overlooking the ground floor which is the canteen. At night, all of the floor’s balconies move out to cover the gap, and become a place where you get strapped to the beds so you can’t escape. As this happens, I spot Hitler a few metres away, and he glares at me. I notice he doesn’t have a moustache, which is strange. But what he does then if even weirder.

He pulls out a pen knife, which he shouldn’t have in the prison anyway, and cuts part of his head off, down to the bone. He then takes the bit of skin, and sticks it to his lip where it them becomes a moustache. He still has a gap at the back of his head. I watch Hitler as he walks over to some of the kids who are supposed to be extremely intelligent and gets strapped to the bed next to them (Hitler is a prisoner).

The floor them slides back to become balconies, and the beds are moved into the cells. I watch Hitler in the opposite cell, and he is talking to the kids about escaping, because they know how it’s done. The straps on the bed are actually artificial spider webs, and they move in the night to make different patterns across the bed. He takes advantage of that, and manages to escape, but I don’t see anything of him after he leaves the cell. I just assume he got away without being seen.

It’s the morning again, and I am downstairs in the canteen, talking to my prisoner friends at a table. I tell them that the prison owner is my mum (My math teacher is the prison owner, but also my mum in this), but they don’t believe me, because they say that she wouldn’t have me in here if she did. I tell them that she hates be but can’t bring herself to kill me. They still don’t believe a word I’m saying, so I decide to show them. My chair is on an aisle, and she begins to walk past, so I shout at her.

“Hey, bitch!” I shout as I stand up. The whole room goes quite, and she stops mid step. Slowly, she turns around, giving me an evil glare. All of the other prisoners are watching us wishing they could stand up to her.
“Are you talking to me?” She asks.

I smirk, stand on the table, and say “Fuck yeah I am.” All of a sudden, all of the prisoners start cheering for me, and I have the urge to make a speech. “We may be stuck in prison, but this is OUR prison!” I shout, like I’m in some corny movie.

The prisoners get up and bang on the tables, and everyone rushes the prison owner. I take my chance and manage to escape, and somehow Sam is with me. We make it outside, and it’s like we are coming out of a bunker, into the middle of an enemy army camp. To my left, I see Hitler pointing to maps and making plans, but suddenly he turns around to glare at me. I swear, and drag my brother over to an army truck. I climb in but as soon as I do, all of the cars around us turn into those small smart cars.

We drive off, but there is another car of escaped prisoners too. We had a radio, and we can hear Hitler’s men talking through it. They tell him about the 2 cars, but he tells them just to follow me. I slam down on the pedals and swerve around trees. The car behind us has a sniper in it, and they begin to shoot.

I drive us around the back of a building that feels like a university, and we both jump from the car and roll along the ground. The sniper from the car runs past, and tries to speak to us. He says that he wants to help Sam and I, but I am wary of him. I tell him I’ll take his rifle just in case. He agrees, and explains something about being undercover. He also points toward the university, and tells us that there is a party going on down there that should keep us hidden. I thank him and give him the gun back, and we sprint to this place.

We are inside a huge frosted glass dome where the part is held, and it feels like a big shopping centre, but a wedding is happening here too. I spot an exit, and head for it, but a blonde woman steps in front on me. Apparently, I can’t leave, because the ceremony is about to start. I know she is suspicious, so I make up an excuse extremely fast.

“Family emergency.” I say, trying to push past.

“It can’t be that bad.” She says. I need to persuade her, so I come up with the story that my aunt fell down the stairs and is in a coma. She reluctantly lets us go.

My brother and I make it to a safe house, but it is completely dark inside. After being there for a couple of minute, we hear someone coming in. We decide to hide, but the woman tricks us into being found by pretending to leave. She catches us, but luckily she is old and can’t remember who we are, 5 minutes after catching us, and just asks why we are in her house.


Stuff about this dream:

• Writing or remembering stuff you've read is so difficult in a dream. Even more so if it is in a foreign language. Plus the speech had some musical notes on it and I wanted to find out what they would sound like.
• I have no idea why I took coloring books with me.
• Hitler is really creepy.
• Standing up to the prison owner was boss.
• My persuasion skills are epic.