The Abduction, The Never Ending House Party and the Post-Apocalyptic War Raging Outside its Walls

I had a really cool narrative dream last night. I dreamt that I was someone else, a girl with a mom, dad, and little sister. One day, we had two men break into our houses with guns and force us all into a living room. No one ever took my phone which seemed strange to me. They never took anyone’s phone. I texted the police best I could without getting caught but we were on vacation and I didn’t know the address. I was so scared they’d kill us but they didn’t. I got choked up with a taser and laid in a living room recliner. The men were sitting in different seats, they were shaky, seemed nervous to me. I swore I would track them down and kill them if they didn’t kill us first. The way they kept stressing they didn’t want to hurt us, it seemed they meant it- they didn’t want to hurt us- they weren’t killers. Not long after I was tased I was hit with a dart that put me to sleep steadily. Last thing I remember was looking at my family and telling them I love them. Then I turned to the men that waited for us to pass out and sneered at them until I fell asleep. I could hear them talking about how hot I was, how they wanted me. I remember when I woke up I was in a house with maybe just a few other girls. They were as dirty and as scared as I was. We weren’t hurt though, weren’t shackled, one gave me a drink and toasted to me sadly. We’d make it. Strange as it sounds, either no time or a year passed and the house was full of girls. Tons of us lived there, crammed into the attic together, our walls divided by strips of tape and adorn with clothes, wigs, jewelry, a few guys who felt more like one of us lived upstairs too. Every morning we’d dress to the nines and go down stairs to drink and party. That was our everyday. That was our existence. The present day was a made up holiday (I don’t remember the name) where the boys sort of sought us out, whoever they fancied most, and awarded us with a paddle which they would spank us with in front of everyone else. The gift was also like an immunity. For a year we were safe. I ran into the paddles in the backyard. I’d never seen them before, the last holiday occurred before I had arrived. I met a boy in the back yard and for once wasn’t a menace to him. I mean, I kind of was but he only smiled about it and it made me drop my guard. We got close, and as the other boys tried to bully me for how I acted, he stood up for me and protected me. I didn’t want to admit I might actually like him. Everyone else was always drinking and sleeping with eachother, orgies. A lot of the girls would have sex together and never touch the men- but they sort of hid it as that wasn’t what was expected of us. I remember in one part of the dream telling them that wasnt because they were gay but because we were there against our will and that was the safest choice. I told this to a bed full of girls. My bestie, the girl that was there for me when I first arrived, agreed but told me no one else was going to let me rally them. This was our life now. I asked why we were so quick to accept it and she gave me a knowing stare. “What was there before?” As the story goes on rumors about the girl that texted the police arose again. It was me. It was always me I just never spoke up about it. Some people suspected me. Posters were up on the walls to warn people of the death that would ensue if they spoke up. Anyways. The story moves along and the dream sort of reveals to me that I wasn’t just living with my family, I was hiding with them from the real world which had been effected in a nuclear war. This is revealed because the boys find radiation in the air even though we thought we were safe in the bubble. The boys who go to collect came back one day and I see mine. I remember his big grey eyes, he seems harder than before. I give him a Nesta point and scurry off. The guy I like tries to convince me there’s nothing outside the bubble, that they all saved us from the “two choices outside” which are shitty jobs basically serving the people that bombed us and won the war. Here we can be young forever. I run away. A girl finds me leaving and asks if I was the one that texted the authorities I tell her yes and she turns to tell on me. I hear a gun shot. My friend runs upstairs and tells me she’s dead that I need to run. I do. I run through disastrous neighborhoods, passing little pop up houses and old ones people still live in. A lot of people I pass are deformed, some giant, some looking like they’ve been mixed with animal parts. I run through a spring area where people are swimming in water. I pass people with massive babies, pushing them in massive strollers, I pass through a house to avoid police at a younger girls birthday party. As I’m sneaking out I pass a girl that… looks like my sister. She’s leaving the party crying. I don’t remember much more of the dream i just know that the guy I liked sort of betrayed me a long time ago, maybe told people where I was with my family. Also that the street signs were all marked with my text message as a warning that the police would not sympathize with runners. It was like they were making an example of me somehow. I’d made up my mind though. I’d find my family and kill the syndicate that presided over our land. In the end the boys who took us took us because they wanted to run too and wanted to create a place that was a constant party. Good intentions, very bad outcome. We were there against our will.