Weird Dream
My friends and I were able to travel through dimensions. I went to this one world and got separated from them. I went ahead and mingled with the locals, because that was the whole point in going.
I went to this food stand (kinda like one of those trucks people sell hot dogs and soda pop from), because I was thirsty and also to talk to some of the people that lived there. The only people in line were women. I was talking to this one woman and she didn't seem very conversant, yet seemed interested in what I was talking about. She gave short answers to everything I asked. This man came up behind me. I didn't pay any attention to him. I knew that he was paying attention to me though. He asked me a question, I blew him off with some bs answer letting him know I wasn't interested. He put his hand in my face, I thought it was to show me his ring. The ring looked weird. I was like "That's nice." and turned back to the woman I was trying to have a conversation with. She got a weird look on her face. Then he had one of the people behind the counter of the food stand put some powder on his ring. He put the ring back in my face, I was like "What the .." And accidentally inhaled some of the powder. It was some kind of mind control powder. It was used to keep the women in line. Since he was the one to administer the powder he had first choice of whether or not to keep me. He took me back to his house. He examined me, seeing how manageable I was. He decided he didn't want to keep me, so he invited other men to come and check me out. (There was no sex involved.) I somehow got away. There were other women that still had the ability to resist the powder. They could fight back, but only a little, there were a few of them hiding out in the woods or mountains. I went to join them. I was climbing up a hill, going to join the rebel women, and looking back to make sure no men were following me, when I saw some of my friends. We went back to our dimension. I told them what an awful experience it was, they let me know it was okay now.
Ok, I am not going to try to analyze this dream or anything- because I already know. At least in part.
I went to this food stand (kinda like one of those trucks people sell hot dogs and soda pop from), because I was thirsty and also to talk to some of the people that lived there. The only people in line were women. I was talking to this one woman and she didn't seem very conversant, yet seemed interested in what I was talking about. She gave short answers to everything I asked. This man came up behind me. I didn't pay any attention to him. I knew that he was paying attention to me though. He asked me a question, I blew him off with some bs answer letting him know I wasn't interested. He put his hand in my face, I thought it was to show me his ring. The ring looked weird. I was like "That's nice." and turned back to the woman I was trying to have a conversation with. She got a weird look on her face. Then he had one of the people behind the counter of the food stand put some powder on his ring. He put the ring back in my face, I was like "What the .." And accidentally inhaled some of the powder. It was some kind of mind control powder. It was used to keep the women in line. Since he was the one to administer the powder he had first choice of whether or not to keep me. He took me back to his house. He examined me, seeing how manageable I was. He decided he didn't want to keep me, so he invited other men to come and check me out. (There was no sex involved.) I somehow got away. There were other women that still had the ability to resist the powder. They could fight back, but only a little, there were a few of them hiding out in the woods or mountains. I went to join them. I was climbing up a hill, going to join the rebel women, and looking back to make sure no men were following me, when I saw some of my friends. We went back to our dimension. I told them what an awful experience it was, they let me know it was okay now.
Ok, I am not going to try to analyze this dream or anything- because I already know. At least in part.
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