1/13/08

I am in a parking lot with Cameron and some other friends standing next to our car. We see some Middle Eastern (or maybe they were Latino?) guys doing the same. They notice us. We then walk into this building where there is a bouncer and we give him some ticket and he lets us in. Apparently we are getting a tour and introduction to some new religious movement based on Germany’s appeal to divine right of the monarchy. A really burly man (who looked more Russian than German) spoke to us in front of this movement’s symbol: a scepter being grasped left diagonally by a hand, with the bottom part of the scepter shaped like a cross.

I was at a house in the middle of the woods with a ton of people having a party. Suddenly someone tells me that we need to leave right away because the police are coming and they shoot at anybody they see. Apparently they come every single night and kill or arrest everyone, which makes me wonder why having a party out here is a good idea in the first place. We leave and I have a ton of stuff to carry for some reason, and I am trying to load my things onto a donkey and get away. The road is really treacherous and the donkey is struggling, so I start running on foot when I see headlights coming up behind me. Some of the guys ahead of me are yelling at me to get down on the ground, but I try to surrender by putting my hands up. They start shooting. Somehow I am on a very tall bridge now and so I do a back flip off of it and into the water below. I sink down to the bottom and accidentally take in a breath full of water. Fairly certain I am going to die, I swim around and take a look at things before it fades out.