A dream a few months ago.
I line up with a group of martyrs, clutching onto my infant daughter. We stand together in a large room, somewhere in a skyscraper, neither near the bottom floors nor the tallest floors. Outside the large glass windows is the reflection of us; windows of a neighbouring skyscraper. We all know we're about to be killed, but we hold onto hope anyways.
Our imprisoners all wear matching clothing, and they stand firmly near the front of the room. Me and another prisoner are taken to the front, me still holding onto my child. They ask if we take back what we believe, take back what we say. My fellow prisoner says nothing. I hardly register what they say, focusing on my daughter.
What happens to her if I die? I don't think I'll die. I cannot die. Not when she is here.
They behead me.
I die.
And then, I come back to life, with my head attached, as if nothing happened.
Except, it did happen, and the room I was killed in is now empty. And instead of daylight outside, it is night. Somehow I know, it's been several days since I was killed. I rush out the room in search of my daughter.
I run through the streets at first, and then get paranoid that they know I'm alive again and that they'll catch me, drag me back to the guillotine. I walk slowly, thinking about how to blend in. In the distance, I see a woman I recognize from my group. Someone they were supposed to kill. I think she was killed, but returned to life as I was. I think it was just us two who were given life again, for some reason.
She's clutching onto the hand of a toddler boy, walking together, looking around in fear. I follow after them, thinking I'll find my daughter, like they know where she is.
Eventually, I catch up to them, just as we enter a building. I make myself known to her, and she leads me to an older woman. A nanny of some sort. She hands me my daughter and I am filled with relief.
The nanny tells me to be quiet. There is a large festival about to happen, where many world leaders will be.
I look past her and see many men and women walking and talking, preparing their speeches, their tents, etc. Kanye West is supposed to be there, the nanny tells me. I'm not sure how to feel about that.
"It is about to start." The woman who led me here states. She and her son walk out to a large hallway, where there is a big gathering. They are all facing one direction. Caught in the crowd, I have no choice but to look forward, to the front.
Someone starts to walk towards the podium, to make their speech.
And then I wake up.
This post was edited by magnanimity on Nov 15 2022 07:46pm