I was in a large facility with other people I knew, mostly kids. There was an invading force, who had taken over and were coming to capture us as prisoners. They weren’t completely unreasonable or brutal, more a force of organization, a type of parental knowing-better, and they believed themselves to be bringing God’s will to people of a lesser status, us. We were in a hall waiting for them to approach, and there were several rooms, like in a church, and I picked out some of the children that I trusted the most and that I liked the most, who would create the most sympathetic storyline, and we all went into the back-most room, and they sat on a row of bleachers and I started writing on the whiteboard, teaching them about God. I was also a child, I think I hoped this would make us appear sympathetic to the invading forces. The invaders worked for the Chinese government. I was very worried that if we appeared to put up resistance, then deadly force would be used. At one point, I was one of the soldiers that was invading, and the commanding officers were willing to murder and sacrifice others if they didn’t cooperate. There was a large river that had needed to be crossed, with soldiers’ supplies strapped to their heads as they swam. Then I was sitting on a long bench, looking at the other soldiers, though I knew that I could also get in trouble, that I might be found out as not obedient to the cause. Perhaps I started as a soldier and then was found out to not be loyal or effective and was moved to be kept with the children. In any case, eventually the soldiers came and I went out of the room where I was teaching the other children and the invaders did processing, and handcuffed all the children and took away their belongings. I had a stuffed Eeyore, and I bargained with the one who was processing me, showing them how important it was to me, and they let me keep it, but gagged me as well, and it was miserably uncomfortable, and I kept gagging/almost throwing up because I couldn’t breathe well. My movement was stunted, but I was also surprisingly free, but I had to be careful not to draw attention to myself because I was a prisoner. I went downstairs, moving carefully and holding onto Eeyore, and walked around a mostly-empty supermarket, except the sushi counter was full of sushi.