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Dystopian Assassins

I'm in a dystopian city, maybe 10 years in the future. The buildings are tall and grey and everyone lives in small, cluttered apartments in massive complexes. I spend my days journeying through the city... things are dingy, mechanical, and somehow too still. Like life itself is hushed, pausing long in it's moments. A slow, squalid progression. Society is heavily regulated and sometimes gun-men enter apartment buildings and businesses and "thin" the occupants at will. It seems to be a fear-tactic to demoralize the people. I am working as a some sort of lone underground revolutionary and I gradually realize that I am on a list of individuals to be eliminated. Men are following me home, and I hide and crawl through urban landscaping in the night to evade them. Then someone breaks into my apartment and tries to assassinate me. I spend the rest of the dream running from these assassins across the United States... hiding. I end up in the forest wilderness of Washington, on the property I grew up on... in the house my Great-Grandparents built over 100 years ago after immigrating from Switzerland. My Grandpa, Patrick is there in the living room and I am shocked by his devolution, he looks ill and sickly overweight- the home is occupied by shell-like people gone on drugs and I remember that this is not the place for me to "come home", I rise to leave and walk out the front door. As I'm walking out a highly specialized military fighter plane begins circling the valley around the house, making tighter and tighter circles. Everyone is shouting: "what is that!?" The craft is bright metallic blue and grey, moving more like a space craft than a normal plane. It begins to land in the field on the side of the house. On the ground are more robotic creatures, one like a crane with a huge silver claw on the top. I know they've come to kill me again. I wake up to our Norwegian guest, Audun, knocking on the bedroom door to say goodbye.

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