i dreamt i was an organic slave in a biochemical factory. we were all bound to flat platforms frankenstein style in rows upon rows, being slowly syphoned of various coveted excretions. without the ability to move at all, we were covered in our own filth. there was a neverending chorus of heartbreaking moans. it was dark, slimy, stinky, painful and soul crushing. I somehow was physically close enough to the head of the factory that i heard how his warped and depraved consciousness justified treating other sentient beings this way.
After a number of what felt like years.. I eventually liberated myself after several attempts, and managed to set free the others as well- finding my father among them, whom i hadnt known to be trapped with us until that point. I introduced him to the older black woman who had been by my side in the factory, who'd become my adoptive mama, and who's encouragement had sustained me emotionally through my escape attempts. We were overjoyed to be free, but it was many years before any of us felt emotionally sound again.
this is a experiential metaphor for industrial farming. and a warning against the unethical and immoral use of biotechnologies in the future.