I had the weirdest, most realistic, thought provoking dream, and needed to post it before I forgot about it.
It started violent enough, and I was somewhere, at work or a facsimile thereof, and it was being attacked by a group or terrorists, supposeinlgy. I told a couple of people I saw them on the roof, and panic insued. Oh, and work was being audited.
Eventually we all gather in this outside in this auditorium/collisuem thing. There, someone steps up and calms everyone down. He says this could simply be part of the audit, to see how everyone reacts during a crisis. The outside begins to look familar to me, so I begin to wander off. There is a ruined home nearby, and begin to walk there.
I find two people, both being a friends friend. We talk, and one of the people was part of the audit. He mentions he has the architect plans for the place. I ask for them, my memory on the verge of being jarred. I wipe the ticks of my legs, wearing shorts which I haven't worn since I was a kid. He goes to get them, and then gets shot.
No blood mind you, simply shot.
He manages to get me the plans before he dies. Me and the other guy run behind a building. One of the terrorists walks out, and he looks like a normal American. He goes to shot me, but something causes him to miss, and he falls, shooting himself in the head. I grab his gun and shoot him again.
He could be a zombie.
Then someone else walks out, and does a bunch of military signals, I figure anyways. He places his gun on the ground. I go to shot and a ping pong ball comes out of the gun. I give it a weird look. Suddenly, loads of people walk out. All different shapes and sizes. They surround me and the other guy with me. They begin to talk, something about people who have wronged other people. The other guy begins to frustrate them, by using philopsophy, you know, 'If a tree falls in the woods, does a squirrel go extinct' type of thing. Utter nonsense to me. They simply tell him to walk away. He waits to get shot, and they say they don't kill someone with that much energy. They all look at me and tell me to forgive someone that I have wronged.
I say okay, and ask who. I begin this story with a chain of variety stores. What if I didn't buy a candy bar there, then they didn't make enough money, and the Puerto Rican woman there gets fired. She cannot feed her kid, gives him up to adoption, and the people that take him, the foster parents, don't give him enough loving, and he gets screwed up. Is it truly my fault.
And the lead guy simply goes, "Exactly."
Now I'm pissed, I stand up, for some reason we all sat down in the middle of the woods. I stand up in the middle of these crazy people and proclaim they can't kill me till I apologize, so why should I bother. I have no idea why they are here, and I don't care anymore. The terrorists said okay, and stood up I look at the old house in the woods, and suddenly tell them to follow me. They do.
Now, I have no idea where I have seen this house before, and don't ask me to describe it, other than the moldy smell a house gets when no one lives in it for a long time. This all seemed familar to me in the dream, I lead them through some passageway, and into an RV. I exit the RV, with all the other people (There is about 30 of them total). We are on the shore of a lake. I notice a nest of strange looking birds on the roof. I then begin to tell the tale of Jeffrey, who everyone called Doug.
I don't remember the whole thing, as I was dreaming, and it's slowing leaving me. But, I will relate what I remember. Evidently, I went camping on this lake when I was realy young, and this Jeffrey who everyone called Doug guy was an old man who no one talked too. He and I use to hang out, in his cabin, his house, and the shore of the lake for reasons I don't remember (stay off the gay jokes people). Then he got sick and I refused to see him in a sick state so I ignored him.
He never came back. Then I started crying. The lead terrorist walks up and asks me f I forgive myself, and I say no. He said I should. The reason why he brought me here was to apologize to the land for not tending it. Evidently Jeffrey who everyone called Doug tended this land for so long, helped the animals for so long, and everyone, that when he died, the land missed him. Because While people will forget, the land always remembers'.
Then I woke up.
How's that for a weird dream. I'll never forget that last line.