from the night before last ...
I dreamt I was on the east coast somewhere or midwest. Either in PA where one friend lives.... or Ohio where another lives. There was the good feeling of visiting someone you haven't seen in a long time. Partly good for seeing them, partly good because it is checked off your list.
I was driving along a road knowing I would see them in the afternoon for coffee. It was overcast and I was driving in the country just outside whichever city. It was an older car, the streets were still a little wet from a rain that happened earlier. I drove up this hill and my car seemed to take off in the air. I didn't have control of how high it went, it just kept on going. As much as I liked it, I was scared of coming back down. Would I crash, could I handle this height and so on...The nose turned down and I was preparing for a crash. I had controls that allowed me to stick my wheels out first, and somehow, I landed fine. I continued driving down the hill and stopped at a sort of dead end. It was near some trees and protected from the wind. There was a pile of antiques? junk? there. I decided to get out and look and see if there were any treasures... there seemed to be. Then two men in an old truck stopped right after me. I was nervous when they got out. I said are you looking for antiques? they said yes... and women as they were pimps/slave trade people. I didn't hesitate for a second and looked for an escape. I was surrounded by fence and trees and my only place to escape was to a backyard. To get there I had to crawl through razor wire, but it was worth it to me to get free. I somehow made it through the razor wire but it ended up that it was the backyard of the men and they were on the other side as well... They "caught" me and I was sitting with them. They were helping me with something... like I hurt myself? or giving me food? I was merchandise and they had to take care of me. It was a false sense of safety. They would take care of me only because they had to.. only as long as they needed to.. only as long as they needed me... And I was staying... only because it sort of felt safe, not because I was happy to be there, not because I wanted it, ...
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