Dreams and nightmares

You texted as soon as the plane touched down in Bogota.

“Just landed.” You said.

Her reply was instant. “ I know, stay on the plane until everyone has gotten off.”

You looked out the window, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. One by one everyone left the plane, first the passengers, then the flight attendants, finally the pilots. You sat still in your seat.

Two women entered, dressed in long black coats with boots, aviator sunglasses covered their eyes and their hair was pulled back right.

“Stand up,” one commanded and you did as you were told when she hit you in the side with the taser.

You fell to the ground and within seconds your hands had been zip tied behind your back.

The second one pulled out a hood and stretched it over your head.

“What!” Was the only word to make it out of your mouth before the taser struck you again.

“Keep quiet, this is what she wants,” one said, “or we can just hit you with the taser again.”