I dreamt that a woman with a child brought me to Libya in her small rickety car. It is unclear if she did it on purpose, i.e. abducted me, but I fell asleep and when I woke up we were in Libya. Part of it was what you'd expect: destroyed buildings, rubble, dusty dirt roads. Part of it was pleasant mid-to-low income residential areas (presumably walled).
It soon became clear that she came to this war-torn country because of some guru who had a compound here.
First of all I'm not a sect or guru type anyhow, and the fact they chose Libya, basically a failed state, to live in did not bode well in my mind.
I had no money, no way of going back home, so I settled in as well as I could and was on the look-out for potential solutions.
The compound was somewhere in between the above mentioned pleasant areas and the rubble and poverty. There was plenty of people, families, everybody spoke English.
At first the boss man welcomed me with open arms and saw me as someone to
bring into the fold.
So at least for now, I was safe.
I participated in everyday life, and it wasn't so bad, although I could see
restrictions everywhere, imposed both by the guru and the fact that we're in
fucking Libya.
But me and the leader increasingly clashed about ethical topics and it was clear that it would escalate. In one of the last scenes of my dream I think he realised that I'm not going to become part of his brainwashing operation, could be actively harmful to it.
I sensed danger: it's on.