Morning of November 8, 1975. Saturday.
This is a dream (somewhat briefly recurring) of escaping from a dungeon, sometimes with others, sometimes being the only one that escapes and ends up running across modern front yards in the suburbs.
It somewhat relates to Israel Ruland (not Rutland), of which there are at least two somewhere in the family lines, one having a tombstone with the larger weeping willow pattern engraved on it of which I have since seen online. There is a story (likely mixed-up over time by different parts of the families) that he was kept in a dungeon by someone named Proctor. At the time, I did not consider that "Proctor" and "Procter" were two different names.
Thus, in my dream, I am kept in a dungeon (usually with others, both male and female known classmates) by the Procter and Gamble company relating to experiments (sexual?) of some kind and also seemingly a part of some sort of sensory deprivation testing ridiculously relative to a product like shampoo or shaving cream or some such. So this dream combined two completely different and unrelated events into one scenario. ("Gamble" may also be relevant?) However, it is also true, that in real life, a lot of our high school classes (even one art class) were held in the basement levels - with a somewhat dungeon-like aura at times - and in looking out the higher windows and mostly only seeing people's feet as they walked by.
A male classmate, Steve W, was in most versions of my dream. Again, it is very possible that I saw the basement classes in high school as a dungeon, as there was a similar visual impact although the room in my dream had a higher ceiling - yet the steps were similar to real life pertaining to the classrooms. (My escape was in simply getting past the guards whenever they fell asleep or were elsewhere on their appointed rounds.)
Green snakes would come out from higher up on the walls in an unusual way (with no hole, any kind of opening, or entryway visible) and automatically be beheaded by some sort of invisible force field, and I would hear the hissing and "sizzling" of three things, the snakes, the torches, and the invisible force field (and sometimes the additional "hissing" of a can of shaving cream) doing its work in seemingly protecting me. However, the force field may likely be there not to protect me from snakes, but to stop me from getting out or from others (friends, enemies, or neutral parties) digging through the mostly brick wall to rescue me. In one version, the snakes seem to be melting (melted by the force field or extreme electricity?) and "drip" from the walls when almost halfway out.
I managed to get out in all versions of my dream, and usually ran with a great sense of freedom until I woke up. At times, I was aware that friends were also running behind me, also having escaped. The time usually seemed around eight o'clock in the morning or noon at the latest.
