I'm in some guys house, there are three me here and they have this weird stringy stretching thing going on, I think to myself Ive walked into something weird but even so I am curious and get closer to see. There is this red headed man hooked up to the contraption, he seems as excited as the other men to see if their project works, the continue to struggle and pull at this machine, the finally I hear this loud snap noise, and the red headed man is now decapitated, and the other guys look happily surprised, I look at the head worried that that is house I will die in the hands of not these men who seem to be my friend, but others. I look at the head curiously amused at how the eyelids are still blinking, it frightens me, is he still conscious? does he feel pain? he is looking at me and smiling, one of his arms is attached to him still, it waves at us, and he picks up a coffee mug, and tries to drink it but fails, I can tell he's trying to speak, but he can't. I begin to wonder if this was their plan, is this a natural occurrence? or are they somehow keeping him alive?
Aids: 1/8 tea peppermint oil WBTB Methods: MILD - non lucid dream re-entry Morning Supplements: 2 super B complex at lunch Sleep Quality: Good Abducted 4:44am The first part is vague. I am in a public bathroom and two men in tan trench coats corner me. One looks like a supervisor from work and the other look like another guy at work. The next thing I remember is I am in a type of concentration camp. The world is gray and lifeless. The sky is dark and over cast. The vegetation is dead and dying. I am with a group of people. Their clothes are worn and tattered and colorless. (black and or gray) I look and see an bird like a hawk or eagle carrying a vividly bright red ribbon. It drops it down by an old and worn out wooden outhouse. I am told that this is all we are allowed to wipe with this red ribbon. It seems that it is an intentional insult that the only bright and colorful thing in the world is to be used to wipe with. I pick it up and wonder how this is supposed to work out. It looks awfully thin. #Why am I obsessed with poop and bathrooms? I hear a noise and see myself a several yards away. I am making a crazy face at myself and sounding like I am crazy or mentaly ill. I hear the noise from another direction and again it is a version of me going crazy. Then again from another direction. I look away and know that I must be hallucinating. I look away. For some reason I think that we are suffering form radiation poisoning. I see something like a magical opening into a bright and colorful world. It looks like the inside of a Wal-Mart. A way out is there before us and no one takes it? I say "screw it" and run as fast as I can toward the opening. I wonder why no one is following me. Then I remember that for some reason we people leave they cannot survive. They are too used to the radiation and die without it. I tell myself, "I don't care if I die, one way or another I am getting the hell out of here!" I run through Wal-Mart and outside into an open field. I don't feel any ill effects. In fact I feel great. I think maybe I was not there long enough and it is different for me. I look back and see the two men are almost upon me. I notice I have my cell phone still. They only let me have because it was useless where I was but now I can use it. As I am running I try to send a text to my wife. I can get it to work and I can't see while running. Then I think to call her. I look in my contacts and they are all her contact and all look identical with her picture. I just pick the first one and hope it works. I think I will tell her to call the police and get me a lawyer because I want to prosecute these people and help the others. All the time I am doing this I am running around the two men and dodging their grasp. As I put the phone to my ear I wake up. #I use MILD and fall into non lucid dream. #The next part is very vague Abducted Continued 5:30AM I am now sitting at a bar with a drink with some people I know. Its like I was telling the story about how I was captured and got away. I tell them how I hope those men never find me. And the authorities never found out anything useful. The alarm clock wakes me up.
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