Greetings Steemian's
I had a strange dream two nights ago. I didn't plan on writing about it, but the dream just keeps replaying in my head. I'm not sure why. So let's just delve right into this short, strange dream I had.
It begins with me in a rickety van, with two gentlemen from Mexico. They are both composed, quiet.
Something about their demeanor is somewhat strange, but intrinsically I know, they are both high ranking members of the Mexican drug cartel.
I am not a captive, nor do they seem to wish me any ill will. It's a quiet ride, with an older gentlemen driving, and a younger gentleman seemingly fixated on me. The younger gentlemen is probably around 40 years of age, the older gentlemen maybe 55.
We are driving to Mexico, but I am unawares. This photo is a good depiction of how the roads looked in my dream:
It was slightly overcast, but sunny, and we seemed to ride for quite some time.
Then everything is a new scene, seeming to skip myself getting out of the vehicle, crossing boarders. I am just all of a sudden, somewhere else.
This image, for some reason, also seems to be a really good depiction of where I ended up next..Strange
At this point in the dream, I am crouched on the floor in the housing. The older gentleman keeps pacing back and forth, and completing different tasks of which I am oblivious to.
The younger man stay sitting six feet away from me, fixated.
The fixation did not seem bad. It was a look of caring concern, and something more; as if I was the key to something very important that I did not understand. There was a definitive purpose for me being there, and within the confines of my captivity, which of course was willfully given, I felt safe with them, albeit terrified of the outside surroundings.
Outside of a dream I would not feel terror like this, and I have been to Mexico on several occasions in notably dangerous areas, and still had fun.
In the dream, everything going on outside sounded like a distant party. Hooting and hollering, laughing and cheering. Everyone was having a great time. I could not understand the language. I can minimally understand Spanish, and this was apparent in the dream, as I only understood bits and pieces of phrases I heard, and could minimally communicate with the two gentlemen who were my willful captors.
I was afraid of being ostracized, perhaps murdered. I am not sure what the complete root of my terror was, but it was immense, and the look on the younger gentleman's face, suggested I not be afraid, but I couldn't help it. His fixated gaze, as weird as it seems, was actually quite comforting in the dream. That is the other strange aspect here. I don't like people staring at me, but in this case, it was completely fine.
The entire dream I just wanted to go home, I felt like I didn't belong where I was going, but I knew that I needed to go, that my presence was a necessity, and there was grave importance to the travel. The purpose was bigger than myself, and therefore, I needed to face the fear of being there. In the dream, I persisted against my fear, and I stayed.
The dream ended abruptly and I awoke, feeling strange.
Thanks for reading.
