Soong’s Dream Journal

[Soong]

The first part of my dream that I can remember is eating dinner at a sort of small party. Everyone’s around a long dinner table in a home. Maybe 20 or so people are there. The layout of the table, the food, and how people are dressed is all fairly nice. Everyone gets up to wander around and mingle after dinners over. I’m walking around with a girl, not quite sure who she is. I don’t find her attractive really. I dropped my plate or something off my plate and picked it up. We start going up stairs, leaving my plate behind. As we get to the third level of the house I see that I’ve left some ‘personal reading materials out’ and try to sweep them out of sight but she doesn’t notice. She starts pleasuring her self with a dildo and asks me to take over. As I do, I look up and notice the reflection in the windows of some older Chinese business men in suits and ties. The men are downstairs (layout of the house is kind of strange, hard to explain, wish I could post a picture of the drawing I made, don’t really have a place to host it). I move over to the banister and lover over to investigate. The party is being taken hostage by armed men and women, all wearing black, no masks. The men in business suits seem to be directing things. I grab the girls hand and lead her under a table that’s just down a small set of stairs from where we were, where I think we’ll go unnoticed. Just then I notice that in the room adjacent to us there are hostages around a conference table being made to get to sit on the floor. The room next to us is a conference room with one wall being made of glass with glass swinging doors. Some of the hostages closest to me and the girl react / look surprised in such a way that it draws the attention of the people guarding them. The girl and my self are noticed. The girl is presumably taken in to custody with the other hostages or otherwise disappears. I’m not sure exactly what happened to her. A young man with a gun asks what we were doing. I told him the girl and I were about to ‘have fun’ (though I didn’t quite say it like that in the dream). He asks if I have any proof. I go to the bed and retrieve a spent condom even though we didn’t quite get that far. He starts escorting me down stairs. For some reason I start to disassemble the straps on a backpack while we’re walking down the stairs. I don’t know where I got it from or why. I remove the plastic bits that let you adjust the length of the straps and discard the rest over the side of the staircase. The man escorting me asks “Won’t you need the rest?” to witch I replayed “Not if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do to me”. He tells me to wash the condom off before we show it to his superiors. We’re now in a cramped bathroom. I don’t remember walking to it. There’s a toilet then a stall shower, then a sink, and then a bathtub or full size shower on the far wall. The bathrooms walled with pink tile. The light switches are strange, like slim vertical door bells, there all metal, one piece, but they’re not buttons. The switches are more like touch pads. You just have to tap them or slide your finger up and down to control the light. The lighting is odd in that some of the fixtures look like they’re meant to be pointed down but are pointed up to the ceiling. Some are flickering, many are dim. I turned on the shower somehow when I was trying to control the sink. I ended up just reaching into the shower to wash off the condom. Next we’re in a car; a maroon Jeep Grand Cherokee with black leather interior. I’m being forced to drive at gun point. A friend I can’t identify is in the back seat. I’m very fearful as I drive. My mind is racing trying to think of how to escape and what will happen to me, where will we end up. I ask the gunman where we’re going. The man won’t tell me. We’re in a mountainous area, in a valley between very steep hills or mountains but they’re not very tall. They’re covered top to bottom in very green pine trees. There is a city in this valley and we’re driving on its main road through town. As I look out the drivers’ side window I see lots of 4 – 6 story smaller buildings; hotels and motels mostly I think. As I’m looking out the windows I start to smile and look back at my friend in the rear seat. I hold back a laugh. I realize that I can escape at any time. I tell the gunman who still has his weapon trained on me. He advises me not to try but I sort of do, by starting to climb out the window (while we’re still moving no less) but he pulls me back into the seat and I keep driving. I keep driving asking where to turn next. It’s now very dark out. We start going up this very steep hill. Our destination is at the top of this hill. As we reach the crest and we level out, the hood comes down and I see a chain link fence with sliding gates for either side of the road we’re on. There are many guards. Behind the gate is a large parking lot with a very plane looking two or three story building in the middle. Right through the gate we get out of the car and are being escorted to a pair of swinging glass doors located at the corner of the building closest to us. I see a fire hydrant or something like that and I feel compelled to get to it. I make a break for it and a moment after I get to it there is a man on my back, and arm across my chest and a knife held across my neck. I’m slowly lead to the door of the building, the whole time I’m trying to talk the man in to moving the knife away, like whatever I was going to do wasn’t anything he should be worried about. I’m taken inside. The leader guy walks up, glances at me and instantly tells the gunman he should have killed me on the spot when he found me. I struggle, break away and go for the door. I try to use my Spiderman like web slinging ability that I realized I had when driving earlier. I don’t know why but the webbing got wrapped around the handles of the doors effectively locking me in. I tried to force them but couldn’t because the webbing was two strong. I made a leap through the glass of the door and as I was falling through the broken door I shot a strand of web up to the top of the large concrete wall that surrounded the complex and begin to swing away. At this point I awake probably do to the excitement.

[Soong]

I had no recall of last night’s dreams when I woke up. When I was driving this morning I kind of had a flash; I think I may have dreamed something about trying to hold on to a moving vehicle. I’m not too sure though.