I woke up on a couch in a huge square room. The doors had no door knobs, and the windows were all greyed out. There was light coming from above and I wandered around my prison. There was a locked door. There was some old furniture, a desk and a couple of easy chairs and a set of standing shelves. I went over to the shelves and saw bundles of embroidered linens, obviously vintage. There was also a rolled up tent,and clothing. On the second shelf there were two pairs of shoes, one pair looked like brocade court shoes. I put them on my bare feet and then I heard noises. I peered through the greyed glass and there was a bit that was see through. I could see several sleeping bags rolled out. Suddenly a thin beared face peered through. I jerked back and pulled the curtain over. I then went to the door window and tried to pear through it. Below my line of sight was a dark haired head, it was a girl. I reached over and grabbed a vintage metal hand mirror from somewhere and tried to tap on the glass to let them know I was there. No noice, I pounded frantically at the door, but if felt solid and I heard nothing.
Next thing I know I am scuddling through a Middle Eastern marketplace in a berka. There was only veiled women around me. We all went into a tunnel, where someone stepped on my foot. It was painful. At the end of the tunnel there was a military woman who was not veiled. She motioned up to hurry out.
Next thing I know is that I am back in American garb and I am with a large group of people dressed in military clothing and weapons. We have to climb a wall of dirt and garbage to get to our destination. I look down and in the dirt was a human jawbone. I try to tell someone but they hurry me on.
We are at the door of my prison. It is knocked down, and a man hurries out of the locked door pulling on his clothes. A girl is lying on the bed crying.