When I wake up from dreams, sometimes the dream is mostly forgotton even before I look at the clock to see what time of the night it is.
Sometimes, I remember every detail.
Last night, I had an "every detail remembered" dream. I awoke from it at 0334.
The dream's starting details went like this: In the future, but not far, as most of the details were current. Probably next Spring, since the weather was warm again. Obama had won his Second Term, and I was on the run. I have no idea of WHY I was on the run, but I had a memory, in the dream, of just how I did it: External events had crossed a bright line (unknown which events), and I had loaded light SHTF gear out, and was on the run. I had evidently ditched my personal vehicle and bought a beater to replace it. I had visited a few people I knew, and asked them not to report my visit even if it meant being in conflict with the authorities, which were decidedly hostile. In the background of this dream, it seemed to have been something I had written on this blog which generated a friendly visit from a local cop, who was friendly enough to tell me that the Eff Bee Eye had asked the locals to stop by and have a chat with me. I had told the cop I had nothing to talk about that concerned either his PD or the Eff Bee Eye, he had left without incident, and I was out of the house 5 minutes later. I drove by a pre-determined route to a perdetermined location at a friend's house, from where I used a landline phone to arrange the purchase of a car off of Craigslist, then that friend drove me over to pick it up. I was driving the new undercover ride to meet aanother friend who I had been told was also on the run when I woke up from the dream. It seemed that like-minded folks were all on the run.
What reality! The car was a dark red late-90's Nissan Altima, and it had been a Washington car for the illegal alien who had owned it, and still had the Washington plates in the trunk in addition to it's Oregon plates. My gear consisted of a couple changes of work clothing (Carhartts) and my work boots. I had a couple days food, my Vorgrimmler battle rifle which now sported an original scope (I don't have one of those right yet), and a Glock pistol, and I had a sleeping bag. Nothing in the dream indicated any further plans.
So, what do I take from that dream? I take that there was some sort of crackdown on political dissent in Obama's second term. I take that I should equip my Vorgrimmler rifle with one of it's original scopes (those were made by Zeiss, and are hard to find). I take that I had evidently thought enough of the danger to myself from the gummint to make plans to evade arrest, and those plans had worked for the short time I had put them into effect. I guess I should think about that sort of planning now.
At the point where I awoke, I suppose the dream could have taken almost any turn afterward, but the significant thing to take from it was that there was a definable threat to my freedom, I had recognized that threat, prepared for that threat, and had acted on that threat when it was revealed to be real.
Pretty much what any thinking person would do, right?