I just had a dream I was on a small cargo type plane sitting behind Hussein. He joked about changing his skin tone, said it wasn't popular to be American anymore. I got a strange feeling after that and buckled in just as the pilot, some friend of his, started flying erratically to throw me and my son out of an open door. When we survived, they were pissed. I woke up strung up to some ceiling in a weird room. My son was missing. Two or three kids had strange looking weapons and were instructed to torture and kill me. I started begging and praying…in real life, I felt someone holding me, as if trying to wake me up because I was hyperventilating. I could actually feel someone touching my arms. I woke up in my dream first, blind but alive with the door to the room open and whoever was torturing me cowering in fear. As if something divine had intervened. Then I woke up in real life still breathing heavy, but calming down and no one there.
Strangest dream shit I've had in a while.