(Note to the Reader: For the sake of authenticity, all dreams are transcribed directly from my dream journal. The writing is...shall we say...unpolished? Also, they make very little sense, but then I'm sure that'll be nothing new for this blog.)

I was placed under house arrest, along with about 30 other men and women. There were about 10 guards with us at all times. It was sort of like a reality show, but instead of one person leaving each week, one person was executed. We were all held in a big facility that had a huge dining hall with long wooden tables.

The first person to die came as a surprise to us. We had thought we were going to a musical performance of some sort, but when we got to our destination, there was only a medium-sized arena. Half-buried rings lined a path on either side and there was a large, round pedestal, onto which one of the captives (who looked like Cary Elwes) was placed. He was tied there somehow, and then the platform opened up into rings (like the device they used in Event Horizon to enter another dimension), and it started spinning and cut him to pieces. That was the point where we realized what was going on. I decided I needed to escape as soon as possible.

There was also a big carpeted room that functioned as sleeping quarters, as well as lockers on the side wall. Against the same wall, there was a door hidden behind a tapestry. When I opened the door, there were about 15 padded, quilted layers of fabric that I had to remove, hanging in front of the actual hiding place. It was small, about three feet high and wide by six feet long, but it had some sort of protective metal component in its walls that would guard a person from a nuclear attack. I contemplated using this as a hiding place, but it was so claustrophobic that I didn't want to hide out there. At least not yet. There was also the matter of smuggling in food and water. Apparently, I didn't think my death was imminent.

So I began being helpful when interacting with the guards, and pretty soon they were allowing me to hang out with them to play poker. I was also allowed to leave the holding area for short periods of time, usually to go to the vending machines.

One of the guards was always sending me out unattended. I remember thinking I could probably get him to let me go if I asked at the right moment. Anyway, on one of the outings I found a phone and was able to place a call to my parents, telling them to be outside the building in two hours to pick me up. (At this point, the area where we were being held had transformed into the Great Mall of the Plains.) So I went back to the group, where people were anxiously speculating about who was "next," and I started thinking up an excuse to leave again in two hours.

THE END

Neat, huh? This is what it's like in my head when I'm asleep. More dreams to come!