Dream: Wooden Labyrinth

I think earlier in the dream I was on a stage, dressed up as a character for this show that I think was being put on for the president. Then it seemed like there was a lock up about to occur, where everyone was going to be captured and/or arrested, so I fled. It seemed like there was some kind of resistance movement that I seemed to be a part of, but I had no memory of planning anything.

I ran through this hallway that was quite dark, and saw a flash from a photograph being taken and thought “now they’ll be able to recognize me.”

The escape route I found looked as though a wooden labyrinthine walkway was built over the water. One was a zip line sort of thing, but instead of rolling on ball bearings, a rope was being pulled, so various explosions were triggered, guns were fired, the walkway below would collapse into the water. The second zipline looked as though it had been used already, and I had to pull the rope all the way loose to the beginning in order to use it. Nets were stretched out over the water, so falling into it was basically an assurance of drowning. It didn’t seem like a feasible escape route for all of the people waiting for me to return.

The last section of this maze that I encountered was a freshly constructed room with trip wires and various cameras set to detect movement. I saw a round of crossbow bolts that were fired using air compression and I used a sheet of plywood to catch the bolts triggered by movement on the cameras. It was taking too long to move in and out of the shot to trigger the bolts so I looked over, saw a digital camera in a case, and closed the lid on the case. The entire “clip” of crossbow bolts were then fired, and I caught them in the plywood.

I didn’t really want to continue past that room because I’d nearly gotten nailed by the automatic weapon trap, and I didn’t have any weapons of my own. I went to pull a couple crossbow bolts from the wood, but they ended up being more like darts than anything. I wondered why they would try to stop someone with darts instead of crossbow bolts, but I kept three of them in my hand in case they’d be useful.

(11:11 am) After I returned from scouting the labyrinth I saw myself on television, a video clip of myself earlier on stage, and realized it was unlikely that I would ever be recognized from the video footage because I had been well padded, had latex apparatuses on my face, a wig, a moustache and a large flannel shirt. I looked like a rounder version of Al from Home Improvement.

In the newspaper, there was a picture I remembered that had been taken when I had first escaped from the theatre area, and I’d hoped I was unrecognizable then, but instead of a picture of me there was a picture of a young black guy who was kind of smiling at the camera, and I could see a part of my own shoulder, but I wasn’t recognizable as the white girl that I am. I wondered if there were other pictures, and that one was released to stir up unrest and mislead the public.

There was something about being on a bus crammed with people as well, perhaps as an escape vehicle? It seems like the crowded aisle was the part that stuck out the most in my mind.

There was also a section where I was walking through the mall or some place with a line of food vendors, and someone I have had many classes with was selling coffee or something, calling out to passerby to try some.