I vaguely remember some scene about being part of a gang, but everyone was suspicious of each other.
I remember being on the phone and the leader built this tall pole in the water near a beach. As a punishment, I was to climb and fall from it. He told me to ask the person on the other line for a number. I hoped that she wouldn’t say something like 493522642785469 or something. She said, “I dunno, 250?”
I ended the call and he asked me for the number. I said 25. He looked at me like he knew I was lying and I wondered if they could hear our conversation. I stuttered and said, “No, wait, 250. I don’t know WHERE I got 25.” I had to climb the pole and fall 250 ft. I’m not sure how I survived.
Later, I was talking to another member that I really liked. He showed me how they made him go from infiltrating IT security departments of targets to infiltrating the political scene. He said it was OK, but they made it a “Fast Card.” On his agreement papers (which there were two carbon copies, a yellow and a pink), there was a square card-shaped area. He explained that it gave anyone he disagreed with or went against the authorization to kill him. He was worried that those that knew about the fast card would abuse it to get rid of him.
Link* was in there in another dream, but I can’t remember it.
I remember vague details about trying to write a story.
There was a scene where Link* (someone I met recently who quickly made an impact on me – enough to become a character in a story) dug some hole and put tiny atom bomb-looking things in it.
I played some blond cheerleader chick main character and there was a scene where Link walked over and led me away from the explosives.
I had a hard time with this part of the story. I kept thinking, in waking life, if someone like Link were to tell me to leave an area and put their hand on my back to lead me away, I’d listen to them and comply. However, I was worried that the character I was writing would have a different reaction because the character had a different past than I do.
There was some other part that was a movie made in the ’70s and there was a remake. I remember the camera going through high school halls and I imagined the 1970s styles and technology being updated to the 2010s style and tech and their dialog including things about Facebook and Instagram and two girls taking a selfie.
Later in the movie, I was a character and I started singing a song, but the main character was mad that I was singing the main melody and started to sing it herself. I ended up singing the harmony.
* Name was changed.
Note: Randomly remembered the shape of the bombs after a long cause/effect set of events led to me watching a video I probably wouldn’t normally watch.