I remember in the beginning of the dream I was in a warehouse building where plenty of gurneys with strangers chained hands and feet to the poles and I also. As I came to full consciousness, there were those standing in gas masks, like the ones that have the pig-like appearance and wore these outfits that were donned in plastic. Some on the gurneys voiced their protest, others embraced like it was inevitable, others terrified beyond belief and myself, I was quiet trying to rationalize a means of escape. Like clockwork, a spontaneous beam of white light flashed into the room in a zig-zag. The menacing forces had dropped the tools they carried in hand and all froze in place as if they had been put on pause.
The shackles on every person mysteriously unlocked on both hands and feet of all strapped to the gurneys, and I cautiously passed one of the stilled perpetrators. It surprised me that those who were in fear wouldn't move forward, but instead opted to follow where ever I would go. I can't give an exact number of strangers in this predicament like myself, but I'd wager to guess ten, maybe?
I find this ventilation unit and kneel kicking it in and begun to crawl into its dusty pathway with all choosing to follow. Halfway in I came to a portion of it that had one curve to the left, middle or right. I had three choices to choose from and would take the right. All the others followed suit. As I reached the end of the vent itself, I kicked down another screen cover of the vent that would lead to outside. I crawled out, as did everyone else. Once outside all could hear the booming loud bombs going off in the background, black ash was falling from the sky. I was standing in an alleyway and up ahead was a street, busy intersection. I begin to head that way as all did the same. There was a helicopter with a spotlight looming above the sky and a rocket blows it out of the sky.
All looked on in horror, as a man decided it was too much and opted to run ahead. The propeller from that helicopter came spiraling down out of control so fast it behead him.Before the head could hit the ground, all that which was around me began to take a backward track as if on full rewind. The man's head going back to reside in its proper place, all walking backwards to the vent itself, crawling backward, back to the three way tunnels, back to the inside of the warehouse, back to the dark force frozen in place, back to the gurneys where all were chained back onto them hand and foot, back to the light force and its backward zig zag pattern, back to those unconsciousness and my own.
That's when I go another round again. When I awoke, I am aware of that whole premonition. Repeating the whole process I described all up until we're standing on the street looking upon the helicopter. Of course, this time I am wiser to what's about to happen. As the man runs out into the open, my hand grasps the back of his collar before he can carry on any further, and the propeller collides against the asphalt and does some random sputters and spins until coming to rest at a stop. Then, I woke up.
A wild, wild ride. I can't begin to express the vivid nature of it, because all the noises, all the fears, all the mayhem, all the series of senses and feeling were so real like a breath to a lung. It still to this day gives me the chills, and it didn't help that it reoccurred a few years later. It was verbatim as the first time. Anyway, I rambled on long enough, but eerie indeed.
I love how I broke my own rule but ehhh, as you can see the dream left me no choice but to be descriptive.
