Quick note about where some of the elements came from: I’ve been reading Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, which explains the firing squad, maybe, and I have taken a scenic route to Delaware three times last week to work. Not sure where I’ve seen that logo.
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I remember working for some organization with a lot of employees and we were training in a large room in a building with windows along the side. The windows reminded me of windows at both Teleperformance and Limited Brands.
I remember waiting for class to start and some people were sitting on the floor. Apparently, people from multiple projects were all training together. Instead of saying they worked in DC3 or DC2 (short for “Distribution Center”) like we did at Limited Brands, people said they were based in “S2” or “S4” (meaning “Sector”). A friend from high school was there and she had really curly hair and she said she worked in S2 and the project, like all of our projects, were top secret. They were so secret, that we were trained on construction and skills (one involved swimming), but were not told why or what for. I enjoyed the job anyway because I was learning new things and getting paid to do so. I even got in shape on the job and the co-workers were awesome.
I looked into the room - it appeared we were coming back from a break because workstations on the tables had half-assembled electronics.
Somehow when I was in the room alone, I heard from the lobby some guy barking orders. I saw through the windows, my friend from high school and about a half dozen others were lined up and aiming rifles at something in front of them. I think there was a wall there because I couldn’t see what they were aiming at. The loud voice said to fire and they did and I heard the sound of bodies dropping. So it goes ;) I looked at the door that had a window and there was at least one co-worker (who I only met once) standing, frightened, with his hands hand-cuffed behind his back.
They lined people up again at the Voice’s command.
All of my stuff (car keys, license, money, etc.) was in the room next door and I had to go out to the lobby to get to it.
I just went for it. If they knew I was in the room, it might have been on purpose because they didn’t chase after me at first. I ran into the room and I even had a change of clothes that would be more comfortable than the ugly button-up I was wearing, but decided there wasn’t enough time. I threw on a tight suit jacket and shoved my notes and paperwork in an old red, white, and black Walmart bookbag I had during my Teleperformance days. I ran through the lobby after the next group of people were shot and got into my van out front. On the way, I was trying to decide if I should put the bookbag in the back seat or front. Once I ran out, the people with the guns turned and aimed at me through the window, so I thought, “Front seat, front seat, front seat!”
The land around the compound was flat and there was a busy street nearby. I knew this was Route 23 and I was just north of Columbus, somewhere in Delaware. As I drove off, I held my bookbag up to help shield myself from the bullets. I was trying to remember which direction I should go. I remembered the compound was on my right when coming up from Columbus.
This then turned into me running up a street with my bookbag. I had lost the jacket a while back. There was a tall stone wall on my left and trees that lined the street in front of the wall. On my right were old buildings and rolling hilly farmland. eventually, the street would dead end into a large stone building.
I saw a black jeep coming up the road, but didn’t know if it was the organization or not. I rested on the right for a second. The jeep stopped and a man in a military camouflage uniform got out.
I ran across the road and started back the opposite way between the trees and the wall. I somehow thought the stripes in my black shirt would make a good disruptive camouflage pattern making it harder for me to be seen as I went through the trees. Eventually, I ran back across the street into the yards between the old houses. They had a lot of stone work and the backyards had a lot of very old stone walls. They were neat because there was moss and mold growing on them and ivy in parts. I tried to find a good place to hide and hid behind one house.
Seconds later, the guy in the military clothing walked into view. He was holding a rectangular box and a color paper map that came from the box. He looked at it and side stepped toward me. I gave up. I was exhausted by then and obviously being tracked somehow. I stayed quiet and watched the guy. He was at least 10 years older than me and was starting to bald, but was attractive and had a kind face. Eventually, he explained he was there to help me and I should follow him.
I decided to do what he said since he was alone and hadn’t pulled a weapon, yet.
I followed him through bushes, trees, and a small yard and we entered a museum or something. There was a display case that advertised one-way flights.
He explained the map to me. It was like a Harry Potter Marauder’s Map. The map was a hi-tech tracking device. Thin as paper, but showed dots of people. It also captured audio and, although it didn’t have a speaker to transmit sound, it translated the audio input and words appeared on the map.
We somehow communicated and I said, maybe we should go to Russia. The tracking devices, if any, would try to translate it and it would look weird and even if it translated it to Cyrillic characters, they’d need a Russian translator. I also thought Russian would be the easiest to learn out of the alternatives.
I had trouble reading the form (as always in dreams) and thought I had to provide a card with a proof of marriage. I asked if a driver’s license would work and they said, no. I pretended to look for the license, even though I wasn’t married. I looked through my bag for the first time since I threw everything into it and got rid of everything with the organization’s logo, which looked similar to one of these (I know one side was blue):
I thought anything with the logo potentially had RFID tracking capability. I even got rid of my keychain that had the logo on it.
I then saw that the marriage license was only required if you were under 18. I also saw warnings about how some languages in some locations have a limited vocabulary and that facial expressions and body languages are used to make up for this.
Then I woke up.
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