The dream started off with a mandatory meeting that included everyone employed by the mistress and her porn agency. Employees were gathered to be fired and told they’d fallen prey to the poor economy. What made this meeting different is that the owner wanted to make certain everyone knew just how incompetent they were. Her goal was to break their will and have them leave with less than they came to her with. If the employees agreed to this humiliation they could be eligible for re-hire, if not they could leave and take their chances.
A quadriplegic porn star decided he wasn’t going to be humiliated by the person he made lots of money for. As a matter of fact he was going to take the parrot (an actual parrot who had stared in several small films with him) then go home in his flying wheelchair. The bird was secured in a wooden but round cage and the young man flew about 30 feet above the heads of his former employees then right out the door. The employees were furious that he’d take the bird so they jumped at the chair, but to no avail. The young man was gone and all they could do was yell obscenities and promise revenge.
A conversation ensued about how much better the young man had it than they did. After all, he gets a monthly check and has “clubs” he can hang out at with “people like himself.” I piped up and told them that maybe he wanted more than a check every month. Maybe he wanted a little danger in his life, a little taboo to think on or maybe he always wanted to be a porn star instead of one who ended up here by poor circumstances. Has anyone thought that maybe he’s upset about losing his job because the job was more than just a paycheck? He didn’t have to be here, he chose to be here. He lost more than his job I told them. Still they argued amongst themselves about the best way to get their bird back so they could sell it for $45. They hated that bird anyway.
The mistress of the company called everyone to order so she could get back to humiliating employees who might want a shot at working for her again. Two African-American males refused to participate so they were dressed in tie die clown clothes, roped then tossed out of the building. Everyone watched as they wiggled like worms across the pavement and away down the street. I was furious that this took place so I grabbed my bag and started to leave. My sister and mother got up and left with me. As we left a white man followed us out and reminded us that there’s no such thing as leaving the mistress. He waited for us all to get in the car then threw a lit match in the gas tank. The car immediately caught on fire. We all jumped out but he threw gasoline on us and watched us burn alive. Nobody leaves the mistress he said, nobody.
Notes: This is one of those times I died in my dream. That use to bother me but not so much anymore. The dream theme is pretty much that the Domme wanted to humiliate the employees one more time before she dismissed them. She wanted to make certain she’d not just harmed them physically on the job but maimed them emotionally. Those who were totally broken by her were left alive but not living. The few of us who attempted to leave and take our freedom were put to our physical death. The person who left with mind and life in tact was the man who had the least amount of body control.
The D/s slant to this dream is what is most bothersome to me. You’ve got the mistress and her servants who are put through various forms of humiliation for the enjoyment of the mistress as well as those who would pay to watch it. Only the mistress mattered in this case, everyone else was property and could easily be disposed of. All the control was hers, she even had them convinced that they were nothing without her and needed her for their future. Those she was unable to totally break were killed.
Feelings upon waking: Despite the fact that some of the dream is rather funny I felt distressed upon waking. I’d never, ever, ever want to watch my sister and mother burned alive. I hate D/s and never want to be the bottom.
DREAM: The Mistress’ Fire – Sunday, July 18, 2010-1:54pm EST