I usually have vivid dreams. This was one of them...
Another girl and I were kidnapped by Russian rebels and we were brought to the mountains. There was a big building in the middle of the forest or wooded area. The building was empty of things and people. We were taken to the highest floor, and I recalled it was in the third floor. They put us and locked us in an empty room. I would looked outside and tried to peek out and see what’s going on outside. I couldn’t remember the girl with me nor recognized her. I saw that they were supposed to be American soldiers outside hiding and waiting for a chance to go in our building. They were supposed to be SWAT team or something like that. I sighed and said a silent prayer of relief, help was on the way. It’s like watching a movie, where I am the starring and at the same time the patron. I told the girl with me who was crying to shut up and that help is on the way. She was very scared and trembling from fright.
One of the Russian guys who abducted us came back to the room and brought us something to eat. He said to us don’t be scared and that they will not harm us. Apparently this Russian guy really liked me and I truly felt his sincerity that he’s not going to harm us. We were kept there for about 2 nights and 2 days with little food or water but we were alive. The Russian guy who took a liking to me was talking a lot and trying to explain what’s going on. He’s trying very hard to show me that he cares for me and truly sorry for the condition we were in. I understood him and told him. Not so much that I truly understood him but somehow to get his sympathy and hoped he will not harm us. I was able to make him talk and we began a kind of understanding. I knew he wouldn’t hurt us especially me.
Then one day, a group of American soldiers burst into our room, trying to rescue us. There were shootings and bullets flying everywhere. One of the rescuers was my husband David, but we didn’t know each other in my dream. He was half dragging me, half carrying me down the steps when I felt a thud in the right side of my neck. I knew I was hit. I was waiting for the pain but nothing came. I felt a warm liquid oozing down my chest, I knew it was my blood but still no pain. I heard the Russian guy shouting out my name and I heard the pain in his voice calling me out. Then I passed out.
Then, I woke up. Sweating and breathing hard. The dream was so vivid like it was so real. I can still feel the heaviness in my neck where I was hit.
March 2008 Quezon City, Philippines
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