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Can't Get Away

I am with my little cousins Shelby and Johnathan. We walk down a foggy street as slaves. They hold my hands. I know that we are slaves, that we are oppressed, but our foggy scenery is defied by fun playground and amusement park equipment lining the street. I begin to think maybe we aren't slaves, maybe I was just imagining our oppression. So, I let them play on the playground stuff, the slides and bridges. No harm came of it immediately, and they were having so much fun. The screamed with joy and played, until a growling voice commanded me to answer, "What do you think you're doing?!" The voice sent fear straight to my core. The large burly man ordered me to take Shelby over to the other playground set up five feet away and pin her there. I followed our master's orders, and carried little Shelby over and laid with her on the floor of the play set. The man took Johnathan and pushed him down. I wanted to shout at him to stop, to attack the man and get away with the kids, but I felt so powerless. So, useless. I just stroked little Shelby's soft blond hair as she cried silently. I couldn't watch as the man bit off Johnathan's ear. When I did look, I saw Johnathan unconscious, bleeding profusely from the lack of an ear, his ear on the ground near him. The only power I had is to give the man the nastiest, angriest look I have ever given to anyone. I couldn't talk back. I could flee. I could only glare at him as he smiled at me with a bloody mouth.
Next thing I know, me and a girl are standing over Johnathan, who is passed out in a small cot, in a recovery room. I tell the girl that we need to break out. That we have to. She agrees, and hands me a map. She explains that the orange circle on the map is where I need to get to. I have to follow it to be able to break out. At the place highlighted, I will get something necessary to break out and another map to another thing I need to escape. The map looks odd. The room we're in, the one in the lower most right corner, seems to be surrounded by three other rooms with no hall space between them. It's an odd set up, but I go to the room in front of ours to find a boy in the spot that is highlighted. He is crouched in a ball in the corner, hiding. But once I find him, he timidly hands me a key and another map. Just as I'm about to head to the next room marked on the map, the man that bit off Johnathan's ear sees what I'm up to. He tries to charge me, but I slam and lock the door in his face. I don't have much time. He knows this place much better than me. I try to hurry to the next spot, but the man cuts me off. I again slam the door in his face, but it doesn't lock. To hold him back, I have to physically hold the door closed.
Suddenly, me and my mom are knocking on someone's apartment building door. We ask if we can use his restroom. He seems a little shocked at our request, but lets us in. We were out hitting garage sales, and my mom really needed to go. She didn't think she could make it home, so she wanted to use the nearest house's toilet. As soon as we are inside, I loose sight of my mom. The man that let us in has a beard and is scrawny. I get a really bad, weird vibe from him, but not as bad of a vibe that I get from his son, whom is a bit younger than me and looks like the actor Cameron Bright. The boy shows me little items, like a close pin in the shape of a heart and a little metal diary lock that he says was given to him by his late mother. I find it extremely odd he's telling me all this. I realize it has been to long for my mom to be just in the restroom, so I search for her. The boy follows me around as I look around his house. I go upstairs. The deeper I get the fuller it becomes. The further back, the more hoarding. I'm climbing over boxes and piles of papers, bags and bins, before I finally go down another flight of stairs into a small hallway with a closet restroom. I look in, and my mother is not there. It's full of trash, the only thing uncovered is the toilet. I realize I need to go as well, but don't think I can squeeze and squat in there. I completely change my mind when I realize what I am looking at is not the toilet but the sink. The toilet is surrounded by trash and nearly impossible to get to. Disgusted I leave the hallway and end up in the living room where I started. My mom is there, and says she's ready to leave. I tell her to hold on and that I need to get her purse. She left it in the bathroom. I go back and get it, along with a handful of my scrunchies I left in there as well. When I get back I see the father standing by the door shaking his head. He looks drunk, and he's holding a bottle. He tells us we aren't allowed to leave. Fear shoots through me. The man points at me and tells me to go with his son up to his son's room. I have no choice but to follow. While there the boy shows me posters with text all over them, framed by blue and orange construction paper most of them. It looks like something he made for a school project. I look out the window of this attic room, trying to think of a way to escape without arising the suspicion of the boy. Then, the girl that was helping me escape from the ear-biter comes into the room, and says to the boy to join her downstairs. He leaves the room, and it is understood between me and the girl that she is buying me time. The door locks behind them, so I search around for a key frantically. I pull down the posters he was showing me, and find that in the tape holding them up there is keys and lock picks, among other little items I know I need to leave. I pull down a poster that is in the shape of an arrow, and find taped behind it there is a flat, circular container. I pop it open and find the little items his mother gave him. I leave them. I know that his mother gave him those and I do not need them. I don't want to give the creepy boy a reason to be angry with me. I put the posters back up in place so he won't notice the missing items I have stolen. In the process I see the word North on the top of the arrow, among other nonsense words.
Now I am on a basket ball court, all dressed up for the game but standing to the side and not really playing. A girl walks up to the chain-link fence and gets the attention of her friend. I watch them. She wants to play, and play with a yellow-green glittery basketball that she holds in her hand. The guys get all worked up about that, and agree to let her play just so they can kick her butt at the game. Later, the same girl demands that a boy she is with, whom has severe retardation, will play with them. They let him, and the boy is really genuinely happy about it. It was always his dream to play basket ball. Once it's over and his team has won, he goes back to his hospital room, escorted by the girl. He tells her how much fun he had, and how he wants to get new shoes so he can play even better. He stands by the window and looks at his brown, scuffed shoes. Time lapses, and I see the brown shoe fade into a new pair of nice tennis shoes. He moves better, he stands straighter. It's almost like the shoes and being able to play are curing his mental illness. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 2nd, 2013
Real-life characters: Shelby, Johnathan, mom, "Cameron Bright".
Dream-created characters: Ear-biter, girl in room, boy in corner, bearded father man, son of bearded man, all basketball players, chick caretaker, chick's friend, retarded boy.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Foggy road, playground(s), recovery room and adjoined rooms, creepy man's home, basketball court, hospital.
Different than real life: Johnathan has both ears, as far as I know basketball unfortunately does not cure mental illness.
Reasons:
Basketball = Partially because I heard something about a basketball player breaking a leg on the news.
Precognitive: (4-3-13) While I heard about a basketball player breaking his leg on the news the day before this dream, when I woke up I turned on the TV to see a story about a coach that was abusive. He threw basketballs at kids heads. How strange is that? I know that I didn't hear that story before I had this dream, where the girl threw a basketball at those guys' heads. The news wasn't playing while I was asleep either. ALSO on the news I saw a boy with cerebral palsy get embraced by the Pope. It was a very touching moment, that I didn't see until after I had this dream about a disabled boy. (4-4-13) So I went to high school with this guy that looks a lot like Cameron Bright. I can't watch a movie with that actor without instantly being reminded of my old classmate. I have seen him around town maybe once or twice in passing vehicles since I graduated, two years ago. It's been a long time since I've seen him, and just today not but a few days after this dream, I happened to see him drive past me in his truck. It's not really spectacular, but I think it was worth mentioning.
Reoccurring: No.

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