Dream 10 (RF2292)
Date Submitted: August 4, 2002
Title: Torture Tag
Setting: My old house (green colored, between 1-2 ac. of space, wide, about as old as I am, 3 stories not including basement)
Characters:
Myself
  Sathya (see member page)
At least ten friends (all blurred into a “super-person” yet still distinctly separate)
  Two faceless judges

Other notes: Not too much to this dream, other than what follows this. This dream took place the first night I had my new bed set, and from what I gather, I slept like a rock. Not too bad.

     It begins up at the top of the house (perhaps the attic or roof). In the first “scene”, Sathya and two others are discussing a couple of things. I'm not present in the discussion, but my memory tells me it has something to do with a game coming up. She (in a strange state of calmness) wanders down the roof, through the attic, and to the main corridor on the upper level of the house, where I'm leaning on the white wall. A debriefing of sorts ensues.

Me: “So?”
Sathya: “What?”
Me: “What did they say?”
Sathya: “Oh, that. Uh, we're going to be teammates. In a game of tag.”

Note: Tag, in this case, runs like this: the players on one team chase after the players of the other side, and when one player is tagged, he becomes a prisoner of the capturing team. Players can free their teammates, but I forgot how. The process continues until all the players of one side are captured.

Me: “Hmm…there must be something else, then.”
Sathya: “Yup. We're the only ones on the team.”
Me (eyes light up in fury): “What! How could those damn judges expect this to be fair?”
Sathya (in concurrence): “I know!”
Me: “Two against ten? Unbe-frickin-lievable! Well, I s'pose we'd better get started.”
Sathya: “Yeah, that might help (laugh). This is such crap, though!”
Me: “Blame it on the judges.”

     After this, we split off, Sathya to the team stronghold, and me to the attack. The game starts, and already my team has captured three people. I feel possessed, running about like a maniac with a rocket booster attached to him. I tag several more, bringing the total to seven.
     Suddenly, as I make a turn to go down a flight of stairs, something/someone grabs me by the shirt collar, lifts me clear of the house, and deposits me thirty yards away, in the front yard. Just before I leave, I hear voices of displeasure, complaining about my tactics. Of course, I was physically superior, and they were jealous. I look about in disbelief, and then my eyes focus down the rest of the yard in front of me. I start walking around to the front door, but something keeps me from even getting close to it.
     The front yard has become a corridor; to my left is green lawn, to my right are several attractive supermodels sitting on task chairs, beckoning me to join them. I pay them little attention, as I can tell they're transparent. I'm just past the last one, when the same force that pulled me from the house grabs me and lifts me up again. I wake up before I find out where I'm headed.