I was on trial for being gay, and I don't know where we were but it definitely wasn't where I live. We were on some sort of museum tour in a castle learning biblical history. We went on a family trip to this museum and I don't know how somebody found out but they arrested me while touring a castle and they set up for me and two other people to be crucified onstage. There were three judges: my assistant manager, some random girl, and an old Asian man who was my uncle. I remember waiting there thinking about the fact that I was going to die so slowly and painfully. I don't remember any of the planning for this but we tied up the three judges with headphones and we tied them to chairs and we ran out to the parking lot and I hid in the backseat of a car. I started worrying about the girl judge because I knew she was gay, too, and I was worried she'd also get killed. Someone started slamming their hands on the car windows and I looked up and it was my uncle the judge and he apologised and hugged me and helped me escape.
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dream journal
Acakas soon as i wake up, i write down everything i remember from my dream. it often makes no sense, and is always full of typos, but i have edited them to remove names of real people and make it comprehensible
