I had the strangest dream last night, and I’m still trying to figure out what it means. Maybe it just means I’m loopy.
I dreamed that I was on some kind of police squad. We would bring people in and question them, I think about drugs, but I’m not sure. Then, when we were sure that the person we had was guilty, we would call in special agents who only came in for these occasions, put the supposedly guilty person in a chair, hook them up to all manner of electrodes, and have them confess, and record this confession. They always thought it was a polygraph that we were doing. But they were in for something completely different.
When the person had confessed to everything, the recorder was turned off, and the agent would say “1, 2, 3!” And I would throw a switch and the chair would show its true purpose. It was an electric chair! I never heard or saw anything. I just knew this. After the person was dead, the agents and I would all sit and eat ice cream! I seemed to have no problem being the one orchestrating these people’s deaths, nor did I have a problem with this process. There was no trial, just interrogate and kill. I did nothing except deceive these guys into allowing us to hook them up, and throw the switch that would mean their deaths. What the hell?
But the dream wasn’t over. A woman was brought in who was apparently one of the principal figures in some drug ring. But she came in with a cat! It was determined that she was guilty, and was going to be killed, but her cat was going to die too. This was apparently too much for me, and I said I was not going to hook a cat up to the apparatus. But it wasn’t because I had feelings for the cat, it was because the logistics were too complicated for me. Was I supposed to shove the wires up the cat’s butt? What if the cat scratched me? What if it bit me? I didn’t know what diseases the cat had. Even writing this, I get chills.
Because of my refusal to hook up cat and woman, I was reassigned to some other job around the building. Just for shits and giggles, I would come back to the hall near the room when I knew someone was going to get zapped. But only then would I start to be disturbed by the whole process. At the end of the dream, I was talking to another officer when I got the uncontrollable urge to get the hell out of there. I knew that the prisoner was reaching the end of their confession, and I didn’t want to be around when the switch was thrown. but something kept me there. I kept saying “I can’t stay. I can’t stay.” then I heard the old familiar “1, 2, 3!” and the electricity started, and the person getting killed just started laughing like a madman possessed by demons, and that’s how it ended.
What the hell was that? The only part of the dream that I can figure out was the cat part. Trixie and I were in a pet store yesterday getting more food for her when she sniffed something, I corrected her, and a cat screamed protests at her. But what did the rest of it mean? I have a strange mind. I guess that’s all I can come up with.