So all of my dreams stayed connected despite scene changes ect.
I want to note that when I had this dream I hadn't been recording or remembering dreams for probably 6 months. This one was just so vivid and detailed I couldn't forget it.
In the first dream I was living in the suburbs with a random family, but they kept calling me son and what not, so I was all for the role. Eventually there were SUV's monitoring every house on the block and anytime somebody left their assigned SUV would follow them. Later on the news the reporter announced that Obama would be visiting this particular neighborhood to check on some political progress. My 'dad' and I went up to our assigned SUV and requested that we personally speak to Obama who just happened to be in the car. Obama agreed and we noticed that he didn't have any men in the car other than my 'dad', Obama and myself. We drove through a wooded stretch of road (where trees surrounded and covered the street). Suddenly my 'dad' pulled out a pistol (a .45) and so I followed and pulled out mine as well. Obama responded with, "those are illegal and why would you do this?" My dad said, "You know Hitler had concentration camps too, right?" Obama fell silent and pulled the car over when about 12 of his men grabbed my dad and murdered him. In order to save my life I told Obama that I wanted to work with him "so that I can destroy the system from the inside." He rejected my offer, but let me live.
(skipping through months of being monitored and families being taken one by one from their home) It was my families turn to be taken away. My mother had packed me a bag to take with me to Mexico and try to make it to the Philippines (my subconscious was aware of the currency exchange rate apparently lol) As I was going to the car, Obama's men captured us. I went through a few months of interrogations and conditioning before we were boarding a train to who knows where. Obama was in the first car on the train (but he had the appearance of Hitler now, but you could tell it was still Obama?)
As my family was directed to the front cart I looked into the windows of the other carts. They were full of people with disease who had blackened skin, burned faces and they were all just piled on top of each other. There were so many people that the bodies were shoved against the windows. Every single cart was like this except the first one. When we made it up to Obama (he was waiting at the entrance of the train car) I asked to speak to him before the train took off. I had a sister who was about 4 years old and I requested that she would be let go, Obama complied for some reason.
I told my sister I would go back for her but she ignored me with no expression on her face. The train started moving and Obama was at the front of my cart with all of his men lined up next to him. You could tell the conditioning the captives went through was enough to keep them still and quite. I noticed quickly that there were 100 captives and 30 guards (yes, I know, this train cart is huge). Someone in the back of our cart said, "Did you hear Obama let a little girl go?" But before they could gain hope that they would be set free. So I lied, "That little girl was my sister and Obama decapitated her right in front of me", the crowd suddenly looked extremely depressed and Obama looked intrigued by what I said. I continued, "Listen up. If you're on this train, you are going to die. We out number these men who hold us captive." The people started agreeing amongst themselves and Obama started looking concerned. "Just because we haven't had an American revolution in our days doesn't mean we can't start one. Let's take this country back." The people cheered and I charged at Obama and the crowd joined me.
We were obviously victorious. When we released everyone, I noticed something on the train tracks. I got close to it and realized it was my little sister who committed suicide. Then my alarm went off. lol
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