In my dream, at the beginning, I was free. I belonged to a somewhat prosperous family and was well off.
I was then taken from my homeland after I was enlisted in some kind of military and captured in a battle.
I was somehow set up for auction and sold to a very rich man via slave trade.
I had little choice. The only choice I had was to work hard so the master might see my strengths and abilities and then I would be able to do what I love. In my dream my first assignment with this master I was forced to make already made ceramic pieces into new ones. I came up with a plan on how to do this and to do it I needed to reheat them and add bits and pieces to them after they were fired and third time. I kept trying and trying but every time, something went wrong and it was never my fault.
Then one day, someone dashed out the fire right in front of me and there was chaos in the masters home where I was a slave. I never achieved my dream of becoming a potter.
I then was taken to India and finally to Egypt.
In Egypt I had no idea why I was there. I was put into a contraption and tortured - whipped on my back.
I was pulled out of the contraption and I asked if I could take off my shirt. When I did I saw my arms were so finely trimmed that it shocked me.
Then I woke up.
I literally cried after I awoke from my dream and was able to process it.