My dreams have become much more intense. I find it more difficult to escape to a waking state the last couple of months. When I awake I do not want to return to my dreams, but sometimes I open my eyes, see the lights in the kitchen, or hear my husband up and getting ready for work, and I close my eyes knowing I will return to my dream.
I see them clearly for days – with my eyes open. They seem to have a warning within them. I notice more and more the rooms have lots of people but they are under the commands of the heads of the machines that run constantly.
A man walks close to the door and is seductively pulled in to see what is happening. Then it becomes nearly impossible to escape, though a few keep trying.
The human is drawn in by the technology and then the human looses the power to choose – or at least is taught that he can no longer choose. He believes it. He must continue to be in a trance and keep the systems running efficiently. He doesn’t know why. The unit of humans is no longer and each is alone.
I tried last night to find an exit, to move out into the fresh air and away from the sway of the ever-powerful machines, and those fully indoctrinated in commanding the humans to continue to work until they die.
I made it outside once and there was a long stretch of beach, and a large tree in front of me. I climbed it and could see for miles, but there was no place to go, only the large building behind me. I knew if I went back in I would not be able to leave again, and I saw “words” coming to retrieve me; to lure me back into the fold.
I wanted my family. I wanted to be with all those I loved. I climbed down from the tree and spoke to the “words” trying to coax me back to the way everyone else had gone. It seemed hopeless and overpowering.
When I awoke again I was relieved as I had been afraid and knew the ending was going to be bad, yet I closed my eyes and went back into my dream to fight what was happening. I was afraid but I knew I had the choice to win.
I was once again in the building – this time I noticed it was huge and seemed to be almost a maze. I could hear voices but everyone was separated. Occasionally I would see a group being guided to another area and then separated. Everyone was so subservant. No struggle, they moved like a herd of cattle heading for the barn to be fed-or to the slaughterhouse….
I slid quietly from one space to another and then I knew I was going to get out again.i would fight with every breath.
I opened my eyes and it was 7AM, the day before Thanksgiving, 2014.
Relax, it's just Life! 
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