Lyme Dreams: A Series #7 - London Funerals with Racists

June 7th, 2020 I had a rather intense dream about racism.  

Fog settling over the hills on Iron Mountain, photo by The Madder Hatter

In my dream, I was in London attending funerals. And I was being hunted down by genetically inbred racist militants.  These racist militants had already murdered half the people who were meant to have attended the funeral and had hacked the phones of the people at the funeral to find out what they were posting on social media to see if they were on the "correct" side and could be allowed live.  Oh, and you could tell who all the inbred racists were because they all had identical noses.  

 

The racist militants had found my posts about being upset about racism and they were coming to get me. They had posted about how I was wrong and needed to see the right way. We knew I didn't have much time and I needed to get out of the funeral without being seen.  I had to be smuggled out of the funeral by an extremely tall security guard who was rushing me out as surreptitiously as possible.  He was hauling me out even as I said "I'm not leaving without my mother".  I managed to get ahold of her hand as we barreled through the crowds and she managed to come with us just barely.  Then we got close to the exit of the building and realized we had to get me out without them seeing my face.  So I had to pretend that the security guard was my boyfriend and that I was really overwhelmed by the funeral and he was hiding me under his arm with my face hidden in his chest to get us away clean.

Then we were pretending everything was ok as we fast-walked to the car to escape. And suddenly it was my boyfriend and not the security guard. And we frolicked in the rain on the way to the car. Then we started fleeing the danger of the racists again. We hurried to this car to try to get away and even with all this intense urgency of fleeing for our lives, I noticed that the car we were getting into had these weird space-age doors that, in order to open, fold up and such.  Even worried for my life I stopped and judged the car.  "How is anyone supposed to know how to make that work?"  Then we were in the car, my boyfriend navigating us through convoluted roads while my mom drove.  We were trying to get to safety away from London and then to America where hopefully the inbred militants hadn't taken over and started hacking everyone's technology to find their targets.

Also, they were protesting against an old movie black and white movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger as the hulk and another old movie with a big-name actor that they claimed were going to be released and couldn't be allowed to be released because they were wrong politically.  This was all in a pamphlet that I was reading in the back seat of the car while my mom and boyfriend tried to race us to safety.  And I was like good luck stopping that. And the pamphlet said in terrible grammatically incorrect English that they had done some of the photo work for the movies and could stop them from being released. And I was hiding lying down in the back seat as I woke up thinking "let's see what kind of pull you really have." 

So, yeah, that was an intense dream that obviously came about in part because of all the talk of racism and politics and riots, etc. in the US.  Being that it was during the lockdown and much talk was of how to be an ally via social media, much of this dream makes a bit of sense.  Also, I'm fairly certain that I'd just recently watched London has Fallen.  So, the funerals and being chased were things my brain was contemplating along with all the racism and unrest.  The frolicking in the rain and the space car do not make much sense.  But there you have it.