07-13-2013, 07:53 PM
For some reason I and a large group of friends were visiting North Korea. Now, I've heard rumors of what life is like over there but have no real idea and have never visited the place in the flesh...just want to say that up front. In the dream, however, it was an absolutely horrible 1984 type of situation. Everyone had to be extremely careful what they said because someone was always listening. At one point I said something totally harmless to one of my friends and a military guy came out of nowhere and begin to question me, and it terrified me.
People were not supposed to touch or really even make eye contact, and a lot of them wore hats with brims to cover their eyes. Men and women especially were not supposed to make eye contact or touch one another, and women were little more than furniture and had no rights whatsoever. If you bought or sold anything you had to fill out specific paperwork and if you didn't turn in the paperwork they could come and drag you off to god knows where. Travel to various parts of the city involved the same sort of burdening situation. Everyone was absolutely terrified of being taken away.
At one point I was in a sort of little park where people were selling wares, and an old man begged me to buy the last of this things so he could go home. I realized they would not allow him to go home until he had sold everything he had. I felt tremendous compassion for him and bought some things from him, but then realized I hadn't filled out the right paperwork and was worried they were going to come get me, though I managed to avoid any major trouble, mainly because I was a tourist and we were allowed some leeway. Our women could walk around with their heads uncovered and we could talk amongst each other as long as we kept our voices low. For some reason they were encouraging tourism, as if this lockdown were comparable to a luxury resort.
I had some sort of conversation at some point in the dream with one of the military people, and he managed to be both nice to me and threatening at the same time. He had a very unusual energetic feel to him. I'm fairly certain I had broken some sort of serious rule, but he was cutting me some slack, though at the same time it felt like he was sizing me up, the way a tiger checks out its dinner.
There was also a very close, personal moment between myself and a few very close friends. As far as I can remember, we were extremely happy to finally be able to be together in the flesh, but also sorrowful because we realized that we would have to endure great suffering soon, and hopefully our finally being together would bear us through it. I can't remember the specifics.
There was some sort of shrine for a massacre that took place that was rather popular, but there was a very specific set of ritual behaviors one was supposed to undergo before visiting it, including walking the path that marked all the events that had transpired, and making offerings to and getting blessings from the gods of the shrine. I wanted to do it, but we didn't seem to have time.
When I woke up, the name "Michael James Howard" was whispered into my ear. I googled it and there are literally hundreds, if not thousands of people with that name (it's also a graphic design company), so I'm still a little vague on what it was supposed to mean.
People were not supposed to touch or really even make eye contact, and a lot of them wore hats with brims to cover their eyes. Men and women especially were not supposed to make eye contact or touch one another, and women were little more than furniture and had no rights whatsoever. If you bought or sold anything you had to fill out specific paperwork and if you didn't turn in the paperwork they could come and drag you off to god knows where. Travel to various parts of the city involved the same sort of burdening situation. Everyone was absolutely terrified of being taken away.
At one point I was in a sort of little park where people were selling wares, and an old man begged me to buy the last of this things so he could go home. I realized they would not allow him to go home until he had sold everything he had. I felt tremendous compassion for him and bought some things from him, but then realized I hadn't filled out the right paperwork and was worried they were going to come get me, though I managed to avoid any major trouble, mainly because I was a tourist and we were allowed some leeway. Our women could walk around with their heads uncovered and we could talk amongst each other as long as we kept our voices low. For some reason they were encouraging tourism, as if this lockdown were comparable to a luxury resort.
I had some sort of conversation at some point in the dream with one of the military people, and he managed to be both nice to me and threatening at the same time. He had a very unusual energetic feel to him. I'm fairly certain I had broken some sort of serious rule, but he was cutting me some slack, though at the same time it felt like he was sizing me up, the way a tiger checks out its dinner.
There was also a very close, personal moment between myself and a few very close friends. As far as I can remember, we were extremely happy to finally be able to be together in the flesh, but also sorrowful because we realized that we would have to endure great suffering soon, and hopefully our finally being together would bear us through it. I can't remember the specifics.
There was some sort of shrine for a massacre that took place that was rather popular, but there was a very specific set of ritual behaviors one was supposed to undergo before visiting it, including walking the path that marked all the events that had transpired, and making offerings to and getting blessings from the gods of the shrine. I wanted to do it, but we didn't seem to have time.
When I woke up, the name "Michael James Howard" was whispered into my ear. I googled it and there are literally hundreds, if not thousands of people with that name (it's also a graphic design company), so I'm still a little vague on what it was supposed to mean.
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