24 Jun 2024
Dream
I was stuck in this encampment, and all types of people were imprisoned there. They fed us and gave us places to sleep, but we can't ever leave the encampment. I remember, as a woman, they were forcing us to have children and tracking our menstrual cycle. But I haven't been impregnated yet. At some point, they were transported some of us in these trains. Something was different that day. It was quieter, and something was off. They got us to the next stop, and this group of people came to free us. I reunited with my mom, dad, auntie, and one of my sisters, and I got them out of the train and told them to leave. A bunch of people ran out and were heading to flee. I told them to go, but for some reason, I felt the need to go back to the encampment to get something. I don't know what.
When I got back to the encampment, I saw this other black girl who went back to make a phone call to someone. But this was the 2nd time she was freed from the encampment, and she came back; I got this feeling that she had no other place to go. She was making a phone call the last I saw her, and I knew she was trying to reach out to someone, but it also was like she didn't know how to be free. I remember feeling pity for her. The Black male monitor that got back from the train raid saw her. He was holding a part of his face because he got injured from the raid and mocked the black girl for coming back. He didn't mock me, though; for some reason, I'm not sure why maybe he didn't see me. I also didn't have the same feeling of pity for myself going back like I had for the black girl. I didn't go back because I felt like I didn't have anywhere to go. I went back, knowing I was going to free myself. I already felt free, but at the same time, I felt like I needed to go back to get something. I didn't know what it was I was getting. Also, initially getting back to the encampment, I had this feeling that I'd get what I needed and just leave. Later on, I realized I would have to plot my way out. I strategized again about how I would get out. The encampment monitors were everywhere, watching us. I started to feel the dread that it would be hard again to get out. I was still determined and knew I would escape, but I also felt the dread that now it would be more complicated than if I never came back in the first place. But I was still determined and plotting my way out.
The dream ended with them feeding us these different types of food. They were all pretty decent food. There was a pasta dish, sweet potatoes and regular fries, and hamburgers. I think other people were raving about the burgers, and I wanted the burger. I looked for it on the table inside and outside, but there was none, just the pasta dish and fries left. I decided to eat the fries. I can't remember which fries I ate or if I ate both, but I know I was eyeing those sweet potato fries.
The folks in charge of monitoring us were different types of people, but I remembered a shorter white guy; a taller Black guy got back to the encampment from the raid at the train, and this Hispanic-looking guy was riding the train. For some reason, whenever they were in public, they always hid their face when another person in public was around, and I think we couldn't bring any attention to ourselves. It was like they knew what they were doing was wrong. I also remember one of the chores they made me do in the encampment: sweep the shower drains to collect DNA. I remembered some of the imprisoned people would be kind of zombie-like, eating like this weird bone with barely any meat on it, just bits of fat. I remember when I came back to the encampment at some point, I picked up one of the bones and was pacing like one of those people to not bring attention to myself while I checked out the different places I could get myself out there cause I was plotting on my escape.
I never got to see if I escaped the encampment, but I had this feeling of determination and was constantly plotting, and for some reason, I knew I would escape and be reunited with my family again.
