Hiding from the Enemy and Painless Caning

This morning I dreamt:
 

I was in a friend's house. I was there with Emily. The feeling was casual. We were just hanging out with a friend. For some reason, it felt as if this house was in Russia or Eastern Europe. The friend soon told us to hide under a bed because a person was coming over to the house that wanted to report us to the authorities or something like that. Emily and I hid under the bed.

The scene changed. I was in custody to some people that were caning me. They had something similar to a police baton. For some reason I could not feel anything when they hit me. This was a good thing for me, but also a bad thing. Because I was not expressing any pain, they continued to cane me, and in various ways. At one point they were caning my ankle bones. I realized that my body was actually being harmed despite the lack of pain. I started to act like I was in pain so that they would eventually stop. After the beating was finally over, I met a person that knew me. My body was badly bruised and swollen everywhere, even the face. The person that knew me was horrified when he saw me. I told him, "Yeah, it was pretty bad, but it didn't hurt." Naturally, the person didn't believe me.

End of Dream