Kim as a P.O.W.?

01/17/2010

In my dream I was a prisoner of war, and so was my significant other. We were both handcuffed to a fence waiting to see what was going to happen to us. There is warfare breaking out all around us and we are being held captive without really any explanation or wrongdoing in the “enemy’s” camp. A guard watched us, and some of my friends in real life ran around still waging war on the camp. I wasn't really scared. It appeared the enemy was losing and decided to use up all their remaining strength towards killing their resistance before they were stopped. Since we weren’t exactly being held for anything and the guard knew this, he moved us back further in the camp so we wouldn’t get accidentally shot by all the open fire that was now blasted through the air. My friend Brent ran by and asked us what we did to get locked up; I shrugged at him as he ran away. The guard didn’t even seem to care, as if he didn’t really give a damn about the politics of war. All too soon, there were a few extremists enemy's running around pouring liquids on their enemies- and I realized in horror it was acid by the reaction and screams of their victims. At the dawn of this realization, I saw one of the extremists with an acid bucket, old with ragged clothing and shaggy long blond hair, glint his eyes towards us chained up and came charging at us screaming and lifting his bucket. I stepped forward blocking my significant other and held up my hand yelling NO in the sternest tone I could muster and even the guard held up his hand in cue to the guy saying “no don’t do that.” The extremist paused for a second, realizing what he was told not to do, and out of pure spite, screamed again with pure hatred and dumped the bucket over my head. Chained with no where else to move, there was an intense burning feeling as I was blinded and hit the floor.