Deep in the bowels of a hellish twelve level prison camp, everyone clothed in dirty rags I sat. I stared up at the horrors around me. Everything was shades of brown and blood red. It was a vertical cave, with wooden floors built into the sides of the rock. The floor was sand. There were spiders.
I was at the bottom. I had been there a very long time. There were others with me, broken and beaten like me. People further up were throwing things at us, and at each other. Social rank was determined by position. White people were at the bottom. Darker skinned people were naturally higher in the prison. That was the way of things.
The dictator needed a new personal slave, and chose me. I guess that's because it was my dream. The second in command chose my friend beside me as his slave.
I was lucky. The dictator was kind, but his second was cruel and nasty. The second cut off the ears of his slave. I remember at this point thinking this is too nasty. I don't want to watch. So I didn't. I opened my eyes and was back home.
Two minutes later I was back in the dream. The cave was outside. There was sunshine. It was a cleft in the cliff face beside us. My friend was dead, without any ears.
I started a revolution with my people. We attacked the dictator and won. I didn't fight. I think the revolution was an accident. I didn't mean to start a war, but I did. I stood by the wayside, looking down at my feet during the war.
We won, but it was just a battle. The dictator brought his army on horses, with swords. Everyone fought, except me. I stood by the wayside again, looking at my feet.
And so it continued, our army running off to the right, attacking. Then the retaliation from the left, horses screaming.
Until I found a sword. It gave me magical powers. I flew up the side of the prison, realizing I didn't need to climb stairs. Everyone was amazed. I met the dictator at the top.
He was a big stack of won-ton noodle wrappers.
I woke, laughing.