I had this crazy dystopian dream

Below is what I wrote when I woke up at 7:00 am from this insane dream. I didn’t edit it, and it probably isn’t super coherent, but here it is:

—Noor

It was so intense. I was living in a world that, at first, seemed very much akin to the one I live in now—a world that was economically distraught, but seemed to be alright.

That’s when the first abductions started. Perhaps the strangest part was the mercenary aspect—the people doing the kidnapping weren’t government officials, they were other, normal people, kind of like Malfoy and his crew in the Harry Potter book with Umbridge. You were either with “them” (who ended up having the face of Anonymous’ ubiquitous Guy Fawkes masks), or you were against them—and if you were against them, you were going to disappear, and nobody knew where you’d go.

I started off with a family that wasn’t my actual family, though in the dream they were. We were at home when it started, and experienced, in media res, the abductions. It was terrifying, to see people being dragged off by other people, to not know where they were taking them.

The next thing I remember vividly was being in a house with that beautiful tall red-headed thick girl I met last night. They were about to come there—it was the last house in the neighborhood—and we just left, took off down the road without knowing where we were going. We ended up in a house with a family of really sweet big people. The mercenaries came for us but we fought them off, we used our sizes and each other to stay floored. And they left us. It was a strange and terrifying feeling, to know that they’d left us without knowing if they (or someone worse) was going to come back.

From there, the dream shifted. I got a call from Abby’s Jenn, telling me where their apartment was. The directions were weird, and I was scared as hell to drive (in this dystopia, you could drive around like normal, but risked being pulled over and taken away at any moment if you weren’t a self-identifying mercenary). I found the place, and it turned out it belonged to Casey and her parents. They’d somehow managed to escape being abducted while also not fully pledging their allegiance to those the mercenaries served (sort of like the Weasley’s after Voldemort took over the Wizarding world). They lived in fear, but were mostly safe. It was such a relief to be in their place, but I still ended up hiding because there were a lot of windows and their complex, a Miami-style highrise, was not any more absent of mercenaries than any other place. They came home at one point and I felt so incredibly happy to see them.

I had a memory of walking down the side of the highway that somewhat resembled the highway outside of Beirut. I then had a vision of driving towards Statesville with my mom, and looking for abandoned places to hide (as most on the run from the mercenaries did). We found an odd warehouse in the woods, and some people inside that ended up not being people on our side, but rather mercenaries resting. I tricked them into believing I was with them, and they took me to a party in a house in the woods. I proceeded to get incredibly high off of the drugs in the pipe they gave me (I had no reason to fear police, because police had been replaced by the mercenary class and I was with some of them). The party very much resembled a UNCA party and both Abby and Ariana were there. Abby was surprised to see me, because I’d been on the run for months, and I managed to communicate non-verbally through glances with her not to mention it aloud. One girl, unfortunately, told me to “come over to her house after the party”, thus letting the mercenaries know a major hideout. I vowed to let them know that they’d been found out. I was on my way there (I’d stopped at a drive-thru for clam chowder, for reasons unbeknownst to me), when I woke up. 

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