I dreamed I was camping, homeless style, at a seedy area of the lake nearby my house. I say camping, but it was more like an extended survival foraging excursion. It was imperative that I remain incognito, to avoid being robbed by other scavengers.
I saw a familial group of particularly rowdy transients across the road from my location. I crawled on my belly to the top of a sand dune for a closer look. They were all half naked and engaged in various non-consensual sex acts. It looked brutal and violent, like a cross between a game of football and a scene from Dante's Inferno. The men were tackling and raping one another while an attractive, sooty-faced woman who was clearly their leader looked on.
I scampered down the sand dune, hoping I'd remained unseen by these hooligans. That was all I needed, to give away my location and perhaps risk bringing their attention to my camp. I packed up and headed for my home base. I had a group of trusted people staying on what I considered to be my property who were all charged with protecting the place from invaders. They weren't going to like what I was about to tell them.
"We need to expect visitors soon," I said, "And they are a lawless bunch. We have to be ready for anything."
I got the reaction I expected as we all sat around discussing our options in a round table format. We could pack up and move. We could try to fight them off. We could attempt to negotiate. Or we could wait and do nothing and hope they didn't find us.
The last option turned out to be unsuccessful, and we soon found ourselves sitting eyeball to eyeball with their brazen leader at our round table. She was a fearsome presence and a very intimidating negotiator, if you could even call it negotiating. I got the impression that if we didn't give in to her demands, we would all be killed or worse. She gave you the feeling that she could create any number of scenarios that would make even death seem the more palatable option.
I was spared ever finding out. I woke up to the security of my relatively safe, if boring, life of isolation. But who knows if there's a wild bunch like that out there right now, beyond my gates, planning an invasion?
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