This morning I dreamt I got kidnapped while on holiday in the UK. Phone taken away, blindfolded, some type of hot needle or nail put through my cheek, to become some sort of domestic slave, along with two or three others. After a while, we were allowed to go outside into the town, but Stockholm Syndrome meant we didn’t go to the cops, or tell anyone else about what was happening.
Eventually, managed to get a phone and was texting the cops. One of the kidnappers’ kids, about nine years old or so, caught me texting, and to escape I may have taken them with me, by some sort of force.
Woke up in a cold sweat, hating on myself for threatening a kid. Even if in my subconscious. Too many of those true crime decades long abduction stories. Maybe too much Handmaid’s Tale. 😕