Dreamtime: Escaping a Cult

This is a dream I had May 30, 2023. The main theme of this dream is about breaking out of a matrix and trying to escape all the controllers of that matrix.

Had a dream last night that my husband and I were trapped in a building run by what amounted to be Scientologists. If not them, then a cult like them. They had all the windows and doors of this massive complex covered up, so you could only enter or exit from highly controlled areas. There were no side doors. No windows. It was like a giant maze. I spent I don't know how many weeks in there wandering around, studying the place, looking for an exit point. All the while, I'm being harangued by these people to join their cult. It was like timeshare advertising on steroids.

One day, I get annoyed, and I grab the paneling on the wall and pull it away. To my utter surprise, it's just foam! And it's not even attached to the wall! Behind the panel is a glass door like you'd see in a shop. I pull more panels away and think, "I'm going to have to break open the door." But no! The door wasn't even locked. So I open the door and step out into the street free of the maze.

But I've left husband inside, so I return and show him how they were tricking us with the paneling. And then I return again and gather this woman who also wanted to leave. At this point, I've pulled out too many people, and now the cult people are hunting us. They're blocking our path in the streets, trying to usher us back into the building, trying to grab us, but we keep evading them.

They get desperate. They get violent. We start to get afraid, but I suddenly realize I can "phase shift" (specific phrase in the dream). I can phase shift us all so we're invisible. I do it, and it works really well for a while, until the cult people learn that they can see our footprints on grass and soft carpet.

At this point, the guns and helicopters come out. They start to blast buildings they think we're in. They start shooting thin air hoping we're there. They succeed with the guns, and the woman I've rescued gets shot. Now we're in deep shit. They're closing in on us on this balcony covered in astroturf, and I can phase shift, but it's no good. They see the impression of our feet.

So, I decide if I can phase shift, I can fly. Husband carries the wounded woman, I grab his hand, and start trying to fly. It's actually not hard at all to do, and I realize it's not the weight I need to worry about but the thoughts of everyone I'm taking with me. I fly us to a different balcony, and realize the worry and pain of everyone with me is going to make it difficult. 

I call for help. There's a whole conversation that takes place outside of the dreamspace. It's hard to describe, but a plan is made but my dream self is not privy to it. Basically, help comes in the form of my star family. We agree that they will drop my Jeep off somewhere inconspicuous and I will drive away. There's a moment in the dream of them using a tractor beam on my car keys. I see them float up into the sky.

There's just one place I have to fly to, and I start trying to get there. It's a remote place at the top of a mountain, we can drive away from there. But as I'm flying, the cult people are going nuts. They're really trying to hunt us, and the fear everyone is feeling as we're flying together is making us so heavy. I don't know if I can make it. I scratch our original plan, call for the ship, ask to be tractor beamed in midair. I get warned that it's dangerous, but I know I can't make it to where we have to go and we're all about to drop however many hundreds of feet to die anyway.

The ship nabs us. We find ourselves laying on the floor of the ship, and all I can do is deliriously point at the wounded lady and say "Help her. Help her. She's hurt. She's shot." Even as they pick me up and take me to medical, I'm resisting them and trying to point at the hurt woman to make sure they get her first. They say soothing things to me, but I don't hear it.

Then I woke up.