Dream #44 - Hostage

I remember waking up in a camp.  It was in the mountains somewhere.  Most of the folks around me were people I have seen in passing, or were mild aquantiances I have previously met.

We were forced to work pretty much naked in the fields growing food stuffs.  We were watched very closely and beaten if there was any sign of disobediance.  I spent my time watching everything, figuring out what was allowed, who was friend and who was foe.

We were allowed only one hour of leasiure and it was to be spend having sex so that they could use our offspring to populate the farm.  The children were much more pliable and less likely to run off than those taken from the outside.  We were not allowed to tell the children about the outside world, and the punishment for such an offence was a nice dip into a huge bath of acid.  Sometimes for less offences they would just dip your hand, or legs into the acid, and let you live. 

We found ways to let them know about the outside world though.  Some folks had been there for 10 years, some less, but the oldest children couldn’t have been more than 6.

I had only been there a few months, and I refused to let them know I was sterile because I was using the time to plan a rebellion with my work mates.  There were only six leaders and at least 50 of us.  I was amazed that nobody had rebelled before.  They were all afraid of the acid, and honestly I couldn’t blame them.

While out in the field one day I came across a family of baby ferrets.  Black and white ones, and one little white and grey one.  The mother lay dead, where one of the ‘leaders’ had killed it.  She was going to kill the babies too, but I snuck the small grey one away.  Storing it in my pocket and telling it to stay quiet and hide or it too would be killed.

Strangly enough it listened.  Though I would let it out to run messages for me and to feed and poop.  One ‘leader’ almost caught it in my pocket, but I made up some excuse (which was very witty and quick thinking, though I can’t remember what it was now.) and they let me be.

After dinner one night we acted.  All the ‘Leaders’ were at the front table and we all simply walked up and tied them up.  Some of the folks who had been raised there tried to stop us, but they didn’t out number us as of yet.  So we overpowered them.

We put some of the worst leaders into the acid bath, not trusting the justice system to do it’s job.  The rest we left to the cops.

I told some folks to head to the storage lockers where they kept our clothes and personal items we had been stolen with and distribute them to their owners.  I called the cops and then my husband who had been looking for me for months, and who was so relieved to hear my voice again.

It was at this point I woke up.

This dream is still fresh in my mind, not sure what it means to my waking life yet.  If I figure it out I will post more.

Long Absence

Sorry for lacking on posts here.  I have been having such fun with my Live Journal blog I have almost forgotten about this blog.

But never fear, I have a long line of stuff that I want to put on this blog, so stay tuned!

Trothmoot 2008

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All the updated information is on that page.  I hope to see you there!

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Ostara Divination

Last night I felt a call to pull a charm.  So I did.

I pulled the Gunnungagap charm.  There is a great need to go into the void.  To rest and heal and grow strong again.