I just woke up after having a bad dream, a very bad, bad dream.
In it I saw a bunch of people, badly dressed, about twenty or so of them of all ages, one, a woman, carrying a child in her arms. They were upset over something, angry and battered the walls and door of a store. In my dream this store was very old and held some kind of significance for the inhabitants of the town my dream played out in. The town, old style with stones making up the street, was covered in grayish colors, it started to be nighttime and it was raining.
I didn’t feel like the small group posed a threat, but it was still a concern for those inside the store whom looked the place up and called out for help. Apparently I and some other folks heard the outcry and rushed from somewhere pretty far away to assist. The feeling was that something was wrong here in several ways and the fear wasn’t so much for the people inside, but more of a general anxiety, a doomsday feeling. With my heart pumping more out of this uneasy feeling then the running towards the distant store, I knew something was terribly wrong.
Coming out from a side-street 'we' reached the outside of the store were there still was a gathering of people, but in silence they stood and watched nothing. With empty eyes they stood in silence seemingly apprehensive and chocked over something. In the entrance to the store stood the owner, letting out from behind him what seemed to be the only light in the area. As the only one with apparent silhouette I walked up to him, instinctively knowing the gathering outside wasn’t the same upset bunch of people that had, just moments ago, tried to make their voices heard and furiously banged on the door.
He, the man standing there in the doorway, slouching and with hanging shoulders looked terrified but raised his head and looked at me with teary eyes, tried to speak, but no words came out. I opened my mouth to say something but he shook his head and nodded in a direction behind me. Turning around I noticed another crowd further away, these were more exited for some reason and I immediately noticed two young men standing further away from the rest, throwing stones downward at something. For some reason I knew what they were doing and rushed over. In an alley between low built houses the street where they stood sort of ended in a downward leaning wooded area. The town sort of stopped and went over in a forest. The two young men almost tipping over the edge for every throw. Still everything was like in a black-and-white movie, the rain not so much pouring but rather dripping down. More of a mist then rainfall.
With tears in my eyes and a big knot in my stomach I reached the young men, crying towards them to stop. One young man turned and looked at me angry and said something that I couldn’t really hear. Something I loved. He spitted it out with hatred and made a move to again throw a stone down in-between the trees. I shot him in the leg with a gun I apparently had in my hand. I then turned towards the rest of the angry mob screaming that I would kill anyone trying to do anything threatening. The people standing there in a cluster looked both surprised and angry and some moved a bit in my direction so I pointed the gun at them and screamed that they shouldn’t try me. They stopped, now looking confused and the angry hatful feeling slowly faded away. I couldn’t make out any faces other than that of the young man I just shot. They felt more like a cluster of darkness banded together. Some companions of mine reached the area pointing their firearms at the dark, grayish mass of people standing there in the rain. I turned around facing the descending wooded area with raindrops and tears streaming down my face, mixed together.
Down a slope I did see the contours of people laying in a pile, mixed together so you didn’t know where one started and the next ended. A grayish mass of bodies, no one moving.
For some reason I now knew what had happened. The people laying there some meters from me, not moving, had had enough. They had been bullied, attacked and unjustly accused for everything that was wrong in the world. And then an incident at the store had made them band together in a last effort to wake people up. They had not been threatening towards the store owner and his costumers, rather been trying to say something, get something across. But the mob of towners wanted nothing of the sort; instead they beat them, kicked them and kicked them again until no one was moving. Then they shuffled all of the lifeless bodies together and rolled them over down into the outskirt. But some didn’t feel that was enough, spitting at the corpses and throwing stones at them in disgust. I turned my head away from the bloody mess of the no more living and noticed the other young man screaming something at me, apparently upset over me stopping their fun and angry that I’d shot his friend. He rushed towards me with his hand raised and I shot him, again, and again, and again. Walking towards him and emptying my gun into his body.
Not caring what anyone thought or did I turned around again facing the bodies below. I slide down the muddy hillside, went down on my knees and felt helpless. The woman that had been carrying her child was still clutching to the small bundle of what used to be the love of her life.
I didn’t really know who the dead had been, but in my dream I could feel they were a minority, like a small group of Jews in a German town 70 years earlier or Romani in modern day Hungary. Here I woke up and felt it necessary to write about this dream.
I feel like this dream was not a look into the past, rather approaching future events…
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