The Wrong Side of Help, Exiting In West Virginia, and a Mirage of the Dead.
I escaped a pedophile ring. We drove around in a van and the holes in the van, the windows, were similar to those big domed portal windows in the mcdonald’s play places. I was not one of the children, but instead one of the counselors they employed that was there to take care of the children in a way that made them feel safe like something like this was absolutely normal and it was their job. The other counselors were in on the whole scheme of bringing these kids around and engaging in the acts with the kids as well but I think the way it seemed is that i was more one of the “lower level” envoys who would pass kids from one “base” to another. I took an entire van of kids and drove somewhere off the grid, like in the woods somewhere and I let them out and I told them a bunch of places to go so that they would always have someone with them that knew about these types of rings and that they were adults who could be trusted. One kid kept his head on my shoulder the entire time I was driving and there was a flash forward where he was talking to someone, narrating, and the “camera” perspective zoomed out and he was driving his own van and in the back seat it was his family and he was like “now i try to help people out just like he did” and i guess he was talking about me.
At some point back in the present, I drove a van at high speed down an interstate and got off at an exit in west virginia and it immediately stopped being paved road and was this hill that went basically straight down and winding into this field and I had to struggle to keep the van on the road. Once i kept it on the road i kept driving until i hit a drive thru where there were a ton of cars but no one in them. It was daytime. I called a friend who was working in an office building. He said that i was only 8 hours away. I told him i think now that i’m already this far out, I’m going to keep going until I get to calgary. He was like “no way, you’re going to go see her?” It was about some celebrity that I knew or that i used to know or that i was “allowed” to somehow see or that i got information from. That last part is realy blurry.
Also I woke up and i think went back to sleep and had a quick dream that felt/looked like i picked up hammie and he was a limp lifeless body. I had a vision of a raccoon dead on the side of the road with birds eating it.
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