What are prisoner dreams about?

Last night I dreamt that Hitler had his arm around me. And I was disgusted.

It started with me at a gathering of some sort. Fancy people I guess, because I felt that I had to be on my best behavior. At the corner of my eye, I noticed that he had his arm around a Black girl. She didn't seem to mind at all. In fact she was smiling. Reminded me of a hspply go lucky woman from the 70's...she even had an afro. I'm not Black per se, but am Afro-Latina

When I passed by, he fixed his gaze on me. Suddenly I found myself being pulled towards him as he inserted his arm around me. Instantly, I felt like a prisoner, I just remember hating my situation because I knew who he was, and that any resistance could produce a violent response. I distinctly remember being careful not to show my disdain. Howev, anyone who saw my face in the dream would have known.

And that was it. I just felt the shame of being associated with that monster. That's all I remember.

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There I was, taken away from the world I belong to, me and my dog, to one where I was introduced to the horrors of universe domination.

I faintly remember familiar faces but they didn’t stick with me. In soft shades of lilac and orange, a white fog makes everything disappear.
In this dark house, sitting on its wooden floor, we are being watch by the strict eyes of a military force. Their leader stands out among them, a tall strong woman, visibly more refined by her confident stance and her perfect makeup which would’ve been inappropriate in such circumstances if it were anyone else wearing it. I remember her perfectly styled blond pixie cut, she was her own image of perfection and intended on seeing the multiverse at her feet, remodeled to her vision of an ideal society.

I held onto my dog as if my life depended on it, because it did. The world around me was disappearing, the trees, the grass, the sea infused with roses, it would all soon be gone. I walked up to a window, the fog had done its work, I saw a mansion of red bricks I have never seen before, in front of it was a forest of perfectly lined trees, a kind I have never seen before. Birch trees with blood red stripes like cuts on tortured prisoners. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it was meant to be. Only straight lines, only one way, no choice to be made, no freedom. I knew my homeworld was next.

I ran outside, I screamed in pain. A scream from the deepest corners of my being, I saw myself and heard myself, my scream was deafening.

But there was something I didn’t expect would happen. As I stepped back in the house, a soldier took matter in his own hands. Quite literally for he grabbed his leader and threw her to the ground. I hugged my dog and covered my eyes but I knew what was happening. I heard hits on the wooden floor, the leader’s head being slammed to the ground until she wouldn’t even have a spasm.

Such violence, I started crying. I cried and cried until I woke up.

I dreamed that I was on a mission trip to Germany with a team that I was a counselor at a camp in in real life. We arrived at the camp and it seemed fine just everyone was a little bit strict. The kids loved there and basically as they got older they turned into the ones who ran the "camp" but they were dressed more like guards than teachers or mentors. It was cold and snowy and i remember one of the guards telling me to get this girl who I think was named "Elle" or something. Anyway I go around the corner to find this girl named Elle writing poems on the snowy door. The guards are laughing at her but she's basically crying. Then she starts running away and I run after her. She starts running in this dark tunnel for some reason and she stops at this crate with a candle where she takes out a stack of papers and there are a bunch of poems there and she starts trying to finish them. Im just standing there and looking at her furiously writing and then I actually walk over and start reading them. And basically it's about how she's a prisoner in this camp/or wherever she is and they won't let her go and they abuse her and stuff. I don't remember exactly what the poems said but she signed them her full name and "- from Hell" or something. I start asking her about what it's like here and I forgot alot about our long long conversation but we end up both crying for some reason and I give her a hug and I remember saying something comforting before we hear the guards come running. Then they rip the poems away and take Elle away and she's sobbing and I'm sobbing and they're laughing at the poems and I'm very sad lol. There's still a small stack of poems on the ground that the guards didn't take yet so I grab them after she's gone and then for some reason MY EX (who yes was a counselor in the camp) comes running and we look at the poems and I'm basically sobbing in her arms. That's it.

I was at a large party like hundreds of people.... and we were all celebrating the end of covid. Eating crab legs and other delicious sea creatures. Then all of the sudden it happened.

Everybody started shitting themselves. I mean brown fountains flowing out of everybody's asses. It was like a Quinton Tarantino movie, but instead of blood spraying everywhere, it was shit.

Well it hadn't hit me yet... so I started running towards the edge of the party and trying to get away from everybody's poo, and honestly trying to find a bathroom so I wouldn't have to mess my pants.

Couldn't find an empty one but I felt the urge. I ran outside.... and somehow stumbled upon a hayfield. For some reason I built myself a Hay Hut to shit inside of. Meanwhile there was a highway below me. And passing cars. I didn't mind because A- I liked the view, and B- This was an emergency. So anyway I pulled down thy pants and gushed a big pooper. A cop car saw me and started driving up the hill. Shit.

So, I run back inside as the 2 cops started chasing me. There is shit everywhere. I'm sliding in shit. They are sliding in shit. I'm always like a hallway away from them and doing good. Finally, Barney Fyfe catches up to me. I try to plead my case and he isn't having it. So, he makes me sit down on this sofa to wait. We get to talking and he decides to let me turn myself in tomorrow between 9 and 5.

Ok, so the next day I show up to this "police station". It is setup like a mega movie theater, like the size of Mall of America. Can't find it. Also, can't find a place to park my Ferrari. Anyway, I start stumbling around. Walk passed the Oprah that is having a memorial for the 1 year anniversary of somebody that a police officer shot.

Eventually get to this area where there is a jail. Turn myself in for shitting in public, in my hay hut. And who else is a prisoner? ROBIN FUCKING WILLIAMS. My day just got better, and I'm pumped to be in jail. At one point, he and I are taking bets on various things like who can kick a rat the farthest.

Eventually Rob, he likes it when I call him that, and I devise a plan to get out of jail. We talk Barney into taking us on a trip in the cruiser. We talk him into showing us how you are supposed to sit in the backseat. And we shut the backdoor on him. That was easy. Apparently you can't open them from the inside. At some point Barney loses both of his hands trying to get out.

Rob ends up renting out the space beside the jail for a mega mansion, and we live out the remainder of our years something like the Count of Monte Cristo. Throwing lavish parties and enjoying hit air balloons.

End.

I remember going down to asleep, we were prisoners. It was a different world when I wake up. There was this guy (I don't know him) who was stopping me. I fought him and then, we passed the hallway (long golden pillars). We were stopped by some others, where I learnt my brother is dead. I escaped that place by killing others. I somewhere met my father. That place was a modern house(white walls, wooden floors, yellow gold lights) beneath floors was my acutal real old school full of kids and teachers (real people). I was at home again, where I learnt that my brother died while working for someone. My father said to me "it's hard but he saw a painting of a experiment." Then, he told that our grandfather is alive (who really died in September 2020). I was crying like it's real. Losing my brother, so many things left to do. Got my grandfather, saw him walking and his smile. I don't really cry in real life never. Last time, I cried like that 7-8 years ago. I then woke up in reality but In the end of the dream, I was in my real room saying to my family it's not a dream, it's just an another reality. It's real. We are ______ I don't remember anything else.

Hope that description is good to understand.