I often have vivid dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was dating some guy who’s family was in a secret cult. I guess his family invited us over for Christmas or something. So my mom and I went over to their house. When I finally arrived in the house it looked like something out of a horror movie inside the house. Very dark and gloomy. I could overhear his mother and grandmother performing some rituals while staring at me. Shortly after, “my boyfriend” in the dream took me aside. He explained to me that they planned on sacrificing me and that he would create a diversion so that I could escape with my mother. In the dream the guy picked us up in his car so we had no vehicle to escape in, instead we had to run. So while he created a diversion my mother and I ran away as fast as possible. They noticed and started chasing after us. I began to run faster and faster until I tripped over something. I could see the ground approaching me rapidly until I suddenly woke up. This is the end of my dream.
“One of the most horrible feature of war is that all the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting”—George Orwell, Homage to Catalina (via philphys)