I was on vacation with my husband and we entered our hotel
room and we felt a rumbling and *very* strong gust of air pushing against our
room so we opened the curtains pushing against the pressure and sure enough,
there was in fact a bullet train passing right by our balcony. How strange. Our
neighbors, who I think were relatives like an aunt and uncle, although no aunt
and uncle I know by physical appearance but I think they represented my aunt
Gary and Carol (strange since I have very little contact with them). They
thought it was funny that a bullet train was passing by but it did seem to be
harmless after all. My other aunt, Janet, met up with me and Anthony and we decided
to tour the city. It seemed familiar, like a city I pass through in my dreams
sometime but have never been to before… again representative of places I know
but not visual parallel. The place looked run down and sketchy, however, it was
noon and we figured nothing bad would happen before night fall.
We ventured into a very small museum for victims of some
tragedy. A documentary was showing on a small old T.V. but it had paper over
the documentary of notes that seemed to be from victims within the documentary.
So I thought, well that’s kind of clever to make this an interactive
experience. As the documentary started it was at first dull but as it began to
pick up and get good and then it seemed like the documentary maker was being
held captive and the T.V. blew up and many people seemed to die or survive who
were in the room. I was separated from my husband and the place was raided by
people and I was held hostage.
At this point in the
dream, I was shifting between first person and an observer of myself. I was a
man, a genius scientist and the people raiding the place wanted me to perform experiments
for a very prominent drug company. They put me in a room and commanded me to “do
my job” and I was with other scientist who also felt that their work was
disgusting. They came to check on me to
see if I was doing their work and I told them that they were evil and wanted nothing
to do with them so tried to kill me and I escaped with the scientist by jumping
into the ocean (they seemed to have a base sectioned off in an enclosed dam or
bay leading to the ocean to conduct their experiment). I dove into the water
and they went out with boats to try to find me and I held my breath as they
passed. I met up with other survivors and one was taking pictures of their evil
doings so that the public would be outraged of the behind the scenes work of
this medical research and drug company, even though their life was at risk.
I sneaked back into the headquarters and decided I would put
my genius to work and blow up their HQ so myself and 2 other scientist got to
work and I closed the doors, trying quietly. It may have awakened one of the
evil doers because they came to the door and started to knock it down. They
shot the other scientists and I kicked down the window and escaped again and
dove back into the water. I try to escape and they meet up with me but don’t
try to kill me but try to hold me hostage. Outside of their HQ is what appears
to be an army base. A girl with a gun asks questions and the people have the
right credentials and are let in. I escape with the girl and tell her to get
out immediately, they will kill her and everyone. She doesn't believe me until
she hears her fellow guards being shot. I hide and make it out. Fast
forwarding, I see that I am back in the museum and see documents showing I was
the only survivor from the captives from these people. I wake up wondering what
happened of my husband earlier on but also remember I was a guy during that
part of the dream.
The dream played out
like a movie, one like smart Borne Identity type of thriller. It then dawned on
me that these type of roles are not played by females. If there are female
leads, it’s usually a caricature like in Hunger Games or Twilight where the
woman is strong due to supernatural or unbelievable strength. Another type of
leading role for women is in a Rom Com. But
there are no serious James Bond type roles, only supporting roles for cunning
women. I think that there is a need for this about now. Also, there are very
little female directors. I’m curious over the next 10 years if we will see a
serious, thought provoking smart thriller with a female lead. Until then, I’ll
keep dreaming.
