BAD BAD POWER NAP

NOT A TYPICAL BLOG POST I just awoke in a total sweat from a twenty minute power nap. Had to get this nightmare down before I forget it, though I cannot imagine forgetting it. Apparently, in my nightmare, I was in need of Tylenol, so at midnight I got on my electric scooter and drove 7 klms to the nearest 24 hour Shoppers Drug Mart. As I was leaving to get on my bike, a group of bikers - motorized bikers that is, pulled up and surrounded me. They had the words "The Dobermans" on their leather jackets. I remember having actually come face to face with a group of bikers called "The Dobermans" once in Florida, while in a fast food chain - and it was a scary situation then, but not nearly as horrifying as what was to come in my dream. I was scooped up, blindfolded, and heard a car or a van pull up. I was tossed into it. I realized it was a van. We drove for what seemed like forever, but was likely an hour and a half or so. I was asking questions in a voice so uncharacteristically weak due to complete terror. No one said a word, though I could hear breathing and smelled pot and liquor. Slight laughter was the only other sound I could discern. Upon arriving at the destination, I was ushered into a structure that was about 34 feet by 68 feet. It was like a kiosk I discovered once the blindfold was removed. Very brightly lit. There was a solid wall around the bottom half of the building and window on the upper half. I could see only darkness outside. I was shoved into a chair, central to the shorter wall. There were chairs all along each wall. In them were men. Some of them "Dobermen", and some were in business suits and some looked like hobos - all ages with a mixture of ethnicity. In the middle of the room was a tattered carpet that was about 12 feet by 8 feet in size. Twelve inch stakes were bored into the corners of this rectangular carpet. There were blood stains on the carpet. I was paralyzed with fear. All of the sudden the lights above each of the chairs the men were sitting in shut off, and the only thing lit up was the carpet and me. I heard, but did not see, a man say; "Now this is not going to be a pleasant experience for you my dear. Who's turn is it to undress the bitch". All of the sudden "Born to be Wild" was cranked up in the room so high it felt as though it was piercing my ears. As a man approached me - I woke. Time for a shower. Yikers. I attribute it to having recently watched a movie about human trafficking. Bad bad power nap.