A Dream of Escape, Freedom, and Transformation.
Through crumbling gates, absurd commands, and shifting skies, I witnessed a dream unfold like a surreal film, one that began in shadows and ended in light. This is a journey of breaking free, reconnecting, and running toward something greater.
Welcome to a realm where imagination meets awakening.
I’m standing as a guard beside a massive gate, an odd fusion of sophistication and chaos. It looks like it’s been pieced together from scrap: spare metal frames, broken tiles, rusted bars – something straight out of a Mad Max-style world. The gate is covered in locks and chains, some clearly visible, others hidden within its strange construction.
A group of men approaches me with a friendly, upbeat energy. One of them starts a conversation, asking casually about the facility and my purpose there. As I begin to wonder myself, trying to figure out what this place really is and how to respond, he answers his own question. ‘Looks like a very serious gate to a very serious prison, huh,’ he says. Then, without warning, he pulls a simple-looking metal tool from his pocket. With a few swift, precise movements, he dismantles the gate, causing it to collapse and scatter across the ground
As the gate crashes to the ground, all the prisoners, who appear to be ordinary working-class men, burst out and run freely into the open field.
Suddenly, I’m no longer standing by the gate but observing the scene from above, as if I’m hovering in the sky, watching the men scatter with joy. Uplifting music plays in the background, something reminiscent of the Woodstock era, hopeful, free-spirited. I focus on one man in particular, watching him light up with wonder, taking in every sight and scent like it’s the first time. When he looks up at the sky, I follow his gaze, and in that moment, as I see the clouds drifting overhead, I’m overcome by an overwhelming sense of freedom.
A group of men reaches a large glass dome structure. They sit quietly by one of its massive transparent walls, peering inside. At first, it looks like a group of women working in the fields. But as I observe the scene from above and draw closer, I notice a female guard dressed in a police-like uniform. She’s shouting commands at the women, commands that seem increasingly absurd. Some are told to climb onto each other’s backs and repeatedly sit down and stand up. Others are ordered to run up a muddy hill that slopes alongside the glass dome.
As more and more women climb the hill, the mud begins to shift and crumble. One of the women notices the glass wall tremble slightly, revealing cracks beginning to form. She screams to the others that the wall is unstable and that if they push together, it might fall. And so, they do. Despite the thickness of the glass blocks, they begin to topple, one by one, until, finally, the entire dome structure comes crashing down.
The men and women come together, celebrating in unity and freedom.
What I see next is a vibrant, colourful scene, everyone dressed like hippies, riding motorcycles down a road that leads to the sea, the sky painted with the most breathtaking sunset. It feels like the perfect ending to a long journey. Then, suddenly, it’s as if the whole experience has been a movie that my family and I have been watching together. I turn to call my mom, urging her to join us so she won’t miss this beautiful moment. I realize she had walked away earlier, during the grey and somber part of the film, but now, I want her to be here for the light, the joy, and the peace that’s finally arrived.
Epilogue – “The Light Beyond the Gate”
They ran, not just from walls and wires, but from the weight of what once held them still. Mud on their hands, songs in their hearts, they carved joy from the wreckage.
Glass cracked like old illusions, and in its fall, the sky grew wide. No longer prisoners of command or shadow, they rode into colour, into the hum of hope.
And somewhere beyond the screen, a voice calls out, not to flee, but to return, to witness, to sit beside the light and remember why we run.
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