I tend to have long, super-dramatic dreams that flow from one harrowing plot to the next. A lot of the time, I wake up when I start to realize "hey, haven't I escaped death like 3 different times already??" ^^
Anyway, here's one I just happened to write down a few years ago...it's basically a short story, so don't be surprised by the length.
I was supposed to be executed for a murder. I hadn’t killed anyone myself, but apparently I was an “accessory” to the crime and it had to be done. Two other people were with me.
There was this woman in charge of executing us who said that, if anything in our case changed later on, we had a chance at being revived. A small chance. We were supposed to be slowly drowned so that most of our bodies would be in good condition if that chance came.
Of course, I didn’t want to die, and for some reason we were never handcuffed or tied down, so I kept running off and having panic attacks, and that woman would have to find me and bring me back. I would look at all my writing and the comics I had drawn and cry and cry because I knew I’d never be able to finish them. “There was so much I still wanted to do,” I kept on saying.
I ran off one last time, the day before I was supposed to die. After that, they gave me a dog to “help me through the experience”. I slept on the floor of a room that night, using the dog as a pillow.
The next day, I’d decided to give up and let them kill me. The way I was living was miserable anyway; all I ever did was cry and wait to die. I prayed to God for a miracle to get me out of it. The two other people were already being drowned in the same room; it was too late for them.
Apparently, they were supposed to drug you to sleep before they drowned you, but for some reason I didn’t fall asleep. I just kept thinking about all the things I still wanted to do in my life; I sang songs, I talked to the dog, I did anything I could to stay awake. That woman was getting irritated with me, so I think she tried to start drowning me even though I was still awake. When I felt the water touching my back, though, I suddenly had to get out of there. I don’t know whether I was trying to escape the building, the city, or the state; all I know is that I was leaving and I was taking the dog with me.
I don’t remember much of the escape itself. All I remember was that it was at night, and it involved a sign from God and a trick that worked.
The next morning, the dog and I were walking along a street, trying to get home. I saw that woman sitting at a table, wearing sunglasses and having a drink. She wanted to talk to me, and since I had been taking orders from her for the entire dream I decided to at least see what she wanted.
She pushed a needle right through the middle of my left eye, and I didn’t understand what she was doing or feel the pain until it was too late. She had stabbed my right eye with another needle and was planning on using 8 more when I stopped her, and everything went black.
Fast-forward about a year, and I’d gone up against that woman in court and won, and I’d been pardoned of my other “crime”, so I was free. My right eye had healed, but my left eye was permanently and completely blind. I felt like that woman was trying to get revenge on me, since I had escaped. Since I’d cried about wanting to finish my comics, she tried to blind me so I wouldn’t be able to. It was kind of scary to think about.
Anyway, this dream takes place in the future, apparently, because [older brother] was married. So I was living with him and his wife and [younger sister] and [younger brother]; I don’t know why they were living there. I was kind of like a live-in maid, I cooked and cleaned and took care of his wife because she worked all day.
We were all supposed to go out to dinner that night, and [younger brother] told me that I should get an eyepatch for my blind eye because it would look cool. I said I’d do it later. The wife came home and started complaining that [younger brother and sister] needed more vegetables in their diets, and I said that somebody needed to take me food shopping then because I didn’t have anything in the house to work with.
And then I woke up.