Long Walk

March 7, 2018

I dreampt I was in the tv show The Handmaid's Tale.  I knew my group of men and women had been captured.  We were too be executed.  We didn't have to wear handcuffs.  Where do you hide dressed like that?  Red robe, big bonnet? I was in a school walking down long tiled hallways.  I wanted to do one last act of violence against the state before I was killed.  I saw candled along the walls for school children.  They were tiny votive candles.  I thought I could start a fire.  I tried to smash the candle holders but they were unbreakable.  Defeated I relit all the burnt out candles in the hallway and kept walking.  I didn't have a guard, I don't know how long it took.  I stopped to look into classrooms and no one noticed.  As I walked by windows I saw an image of a woman dressed like me but it was not my reflection.  As I entered the window, the imaged appeared at the opposite end, we closed paths at the middle where we again exited at opposite ends. I never did see the other woman's face.  At the exit to the building I began to head down some steps when I saw a pile of discarded clothing, maybe lost and found for the students.  I thought about using a candle to set it on fire.  I visualized many scenarios but chose none of them.  As I got to the door two things happened.  The my executioner appeared and I found a family festival outside in a common area.  Despite is uniform and strange weapon meant to kill me, no one reacted to either of us being in the crowd.  As we walked the man showed me his weapon.  It was not a gun and meant for defense.  It was supposed to kill me by decapitation or by slitting my throat. He had half of the weapon with him and half was in the building we were headed too.  Once inside the building he offered me a piece of cinnamon pastry he has made.  The man talked a bit about how the layers were uneven and what he would differently next time.  As we talked I heard noise from outside.  I knew my friends were being executed as part of the family celebration.  I begged him to stopped it.  He went to the window and I grabbed ahold of his jacket which oddly enough felt like satin.  When it got quiet the man turned around and I knew it was my turn.