I am in a very elegant house. Me and a friend are employed by these people. We are eating dinner with them as they're hosts for supposedly important people. I am not wearing any clothes other than underwear. No one seems to notice and I am not uncomfortable. They bring in a belly dancer to dance in a space near the table. They ask me and Morgan to dance as well. I look in a chest of drawers and put on some PJs. No one takes notice.
We get up and Morgan starts dancing with the belly dancer, a person brings me a tray with food on it and a sling wraps around my neck to balance it. I am to dance with this tray. I move around slowly so as not to drop anything.
We finish and me and Morgan go into a computer room. There is a rather large man whom I've never met at the computer. He is employed as well. We are being secretive so the people eating do not know we are using their computer.
He is explaining the news, what's going on during World War III (!!!). I realize I am dreaming. I get excited at first but then realize I should take this information home. I ask Morgan what's going on in this world and this time.
A flood of information goes through my mind: We are in the future of some sort, and the World is at war. The civilians of America no longer are allowed to have computers, phones, debit cards, or any access to the outside world. It is illegal to use any of these and if there is suspicion of use one is to be arrested immediately. There are a LOT of arrests, most of the population is in jail. The jails have become over-populated. Lesser degree arrests (non-violent, acting against the new laws of computer use) are to be put in new jails. Because no one is buying anything stores, old buildings, schools are used as the jails.
Me and Morgan got this position so as not to be arrested. The only people that are free are the politically involved pro-government and the wealthy that fund this government. We are working for said wealthy people.
She says we need to leave now while they are distracted. We go through a back door and head down stairs. It is a grey city, desolate, empty. People fear to go out in case of arrest, and the ones that are not in hiding are imprisoned.
I am in a line heading towards a jail. Morgan's gone. This line is huge and diverse. I feel as if I was caught walking through the city and arrested. There is a metal detector at the end of the line and one's picture and fingerprints are taken and their clothes are taken and they're given a white shirt and beige loose pants.
I realize this line is going into an Ikea, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
We are allowed to take one bag of food into this jail (bread, water, small snack).
I wake up.
Please help me understand this dream!!