Yesterday I had a very vivid dream that I still remember so I thought I would share.

Not Another Round

I found myself wandering with some people down this empty city road lined with buildings on both sides. It seemed like everyone who was present was working together on some big task or game, everyone was busy with speculation and anticipation of some future events. As we rounded this corner there was buildings on my left and a park on my right; I was near the front left side of the group and there was probably 12 or so people. I then noticed we were surrounded by these people who looked evil and dark, wearing tribal warrior clothing. They appeared in the park and all over the buildings completely surrounding us. Everyone was shocked and alarmed nobody seemed to expect this to happen. All the people carrying different types of weapons starting attacking us and some of the group were killed and I was shot several times. This voice came to us saying "that every round of the game some of us will die and we need to fight to stay alive each round". Everyone started running in terror down the road which looked like a dark tunnel heading towards a door way. We entered in then we were back on the side of city street.

Everyone began conversing about the events which transformed into arguments on how to survive each round. I was busy dressing my wounds being grateful that I was still alive and dreading the next round of the game. I then began to think how I could avoid it and get around the game. During this process I made comments about trying to hide and avoid the next round, that frustrated the group, I was then belittled and discredited and nobody cared for any more of my opinions. I then wandered off and met a few other people who had similar thoughts. We began to notice that the evil looking tribal people were watching our every move and hid throughout the city. We tried to watch the moves of the people and then noticed a door that some would travel through.

Sometime later we noticed the door left open and we decided to head into. It lead down a metal staircase and through this door that put us out on this sandy beach with some huts. We were greeted by these mid age slightly plump women who were telling stories to their kids while they played with a variety of toys. They were being kind to us and then I had these weird flashes of vision, the scene would change for a moment, everyone suddenly became evil and dark looking just like the people hunting us in the games. I then realized that the nice stories the women were telling their kids were actually brainwashing them to kill people and the toys the kids played with were actually teaching them them to use all the weapons the evil tribal people carried. This change of awareness changed me and I decided to leave the game. I went and walked through another door and it seemed that sense I now knew they had no power to stop me from leaving.

I have my own interpretation for what this means but maybe you could share a thought of what it means for you.

Jared Cordon