BEING IMPLANTED WITH A RFID CHIP

Was It The Radio Frequency Identification Device (Chip)?

I dreamt that I was waiting on a very long line while standing out on a street in an area with lovely lush and manicured landscaping surrounding large cold looking domed black and glass rounded buildings dotted all around by many light bulbs at the end of long metal posts and completed by long overpasses which connected each building.

The many people that waited along with me seemed very nervous, weary and I dare say that some even seemed distraught, as many were crying.  At one point in my dream, a man, perhaps in his 40’s sprang out of the line and began running towards the landscaping and into the thick dense of the woods behind. Everyone on the line seemed afraid, looking back nervously towards where the man had disappeared to, suddenly we heard what sounded like sizzling sounds and saw lights similar to when there is an impending storm approaching and lighting up the distant sky.  I felt bewildered as I did not know where I was or why I was standing on this line.

Almost immediately after the distraction, an army of men some wearing black military and others green colored uniforms marched out of a door which slide open from 2 of the side buildings.  They carried sheaths or sword like machetes as well as their guns and each, I will call them, policemen stood beside each on the line.  Without a single exchange of words, we all marched forward with our escort beside.  At this point, I wondered where my family was, they must be here in this mass of people.  As we entered the tall building, I looked up to see that the ceiling seemed to have no end and the lighting inside was almost blinding with brightness.  We were all separated from each other and escorted into a different room by our policemen.  The doors made a suctioning sound as they opened and closed, if it not had been for that, I never would have guessed there were doors on the walls.  Once inside, I saw what seemed to be an operating room with a dental chair which had 2 thick brown leather straps hanging on each side as well as 1 other around the neck rest of the chair.  There, before the chair was the silver tray which all dental offices have. On top of the tray was a tiny little red and blue tube like thing and a large clear syringe with a big needle beside it.  Further away on the counter was an autoclave machine, the kind which doctors and dentists use to sterilize their tools using heat and moisture.  I know it was a dream but I could now feel myself trembling with fear.  I was not going to sit on that chair and get strapped down. How do I get out of this situation?

The doctor or dentist walked in from a different suctioning door wearing a rubber green lab coat, dark gloves and what I am sure was a gas mask.  He never spoke a word, simply extended his hand with the gesture for me to take a seat. I hesitated but found myself being shoved from behind. When I looked back to see who was shoving me, I noticed that my police officer escort now also was wearing a gas mask and he was the one doing the shoving; his machete was now out and pointed at me.

My dream was so disturbing to me that I may have been sitting on that chair and struggling to fight against the restraints so hard that I screamed and thankfully, the sound of my own voice woke me up.