I dream about JW related stuff about once a year. Usually it's a straight up realistic type dream...like I'm back at the hall or in service. And there is an underlying dread through the whold thing. Then I wake up and feel relieved.
But the last one I had, a couple of months ago was real intense. And it wasn't realistic, it was surreal. And the JW connection was sublime, not on the surface. It was so vivid that I wrote it down the next day, so I could remember it. Here it is, as I wrote it then:
It morphs several sci-fi TV shows/movies along with some totalitarian themes from 1984 and the WTS.
It would make a great movie, 'cept it's been done... Anyway, I was a "guest" in a fancy hotel. More than a hotel, more like a resort city. It was a cross between the city in Logan's Run and the Village in the original British TV series. I don't know how I got there. I kinda just showed up there, sorta like #6 in The Prisoner. The place was idyllic and modern, with all that anyone could want. My first night, we had a huge party. Strippers, hookers, drugs, booze. No consequences, no repercussions. And it was all with the permission of our 'host'. Our 'host'. At this point I had not met him but would have lunch with him the next day. At that lunch I learned that he was called "The Authority", (obviously a direct rip-off from True Blood). Anyway, he seemed like an okay guy, but there was something underlying that I couldn't put my finger on at the moment. And come to think about, it was at this time (in the dream) that I started to question the whole community and why we were there. As the dream progresses, I make friends with a small group of people. Our common bond is that we don't trust what is going on around us. We start to push the boundaries, literally. At the ends of the resort hotel/city, there is emptiness. Sorta. It's like it's unfinished, like they're gonna add on to the resort but haven't started. We attempt several times to go beyond the end of the finished space only to have a voice from The Authority warning us to not proceed any further. It's not a voice that is amplified over speakers. We each hear it inside our head, in unison. This keeps us from attempting escape. Eventually we decide to push it one day. We go to the 'end' and hear The Authority warn us to turn back. We want to go further, but there is some fear. We look around, see no dangers, no hidden slots with gun barrels, or laser guns hidden in cameras, etc. Finally one of our group says he'll go ahead, leaving me, another guy and a girl, (no one in the dream is based on a real person, other than me). He starts walking... The Authority says (in our head), "If you do not turn back, you will face Hovah". (gee, wonder where that came from) Anyway, our comrade continues to push forward. Suddenly a fog or mist comes out of nowhere. But it's not like a normal fog bank. This one moves with purpose, like the sparkly being thingy in an old Star Trek episode. The fog bank, we realize, is Hovah. It acts like Rover in The Prisoner (a big weather balloon looking thing that attacked and smothered people who tried to escape The Village). Hovah catches up to our companion and envelopes him and we hear a scream and he is no more. Hovah turns - as much as a sentient fog bank can turn - towards us and starts moving our way. We turn and run back toward the center of the hotel/resort/village, but Hovah is tracking us down. And then, I wake up...