I had been kidnapped by a man and woman. There was no apparent reason, they just held me and kept torturing me with dunks in ice-water. (this was way before iraq/gitmo etc.)
The woman wanted to help me escape but for some reason she could not do it. then she was gone.
I found myself alone, cuffed to a radiator in a bare apartment with the man. He got close enough that i knew it was now or never to make my escape. My hands were loosened enough i knew i could strike. I bowed my head, silently asked God to grant me the strength and with a surprise move i grabbed my captor and swiftly broke his neck, killing him. I could feel his neck twisting, the bones breaking, the sound rushing thru my ears.
I ran away in a panic, i was crying and terrified at what i had been able to do, and then i awoke with a jolt.
My heart was pounding, i was scared senseless, and i was almost in tears. My boyfriend didn't know what had happened to put me in such a state, for a few moments i was disoriented, confused.
That was a terribly vivid dream.
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