undercover resistance agent in a theocracy

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This one is a long one, and difficult to put together chronologically. Basically I was both watching and living inside a Tintin movie. Oddly Tintin wasn’t much of a character. I was in a group of four – there was a young boy, me (a teenager), and two adults. We were on a mission and were also on the run. We had been enslaved or imprisoned by some sort of government or organization.

I remember escaping enslavement and impersonating staff within the organization. I did a variety of jobs, including waitstaff and mining. As a miner I was thought of as ‘the new guy’ and so was shown how to do different things, making the facade easier. Continue reading

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spies and sky emperors

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I was on a mission with Sterling Archer (from the show Archer). I was probably Cyril, on account of the fact that I wasn’t a great agent and could barely keep up with him, and he’s the character in the show I most resemble visually.

Much of the dream involved us escaping capture by some sinister but ambiguous enemy, and finding ourselves on an endless self-contained floating city. The interior was elegant and made of wood and glass and brass. It had a very old-timey feel, but at the same time was laid out like a shopping mall.

We ran through corridors trying to find a way off. Avoiding detection was easy – the place was empty. We were in such a hurry we wouldn’t even bother opening doors at times, we would just walk right through them, shattering their glass. I believe Archer berated me for this at first, since I did this in my haste to keep up with him, however he was doing it himself soon enough. We stormed through empty bars, rec rooms, long and pointless hallways, up stairs. Continue reading

survivalist habitat in a cold, cold post apocalypse

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The dream chiefly concerned the attempts to survive outside of civilization by a small group of people. It was cold, very cold. I can only imagine things had gone bad in the cities, society had collapsed, and this is what forced us to such desperate living conditions.

The first habitat was built on the edge of a wooded area, not far from a highway in a mountainous area of the country. It was a school bus or a helicopter, or some vehicle that resembled both enough that I wasn’t sure. It didn’t provide much warmth, but it was something.

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raised for war

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I lived in some sort of dystopia where I was part of a program to train youth to be killers and soldiers. Our class comprised of maybe a hundred students, and we were divided into three armies and made to compete with each other on these big indoor fields that simulated various outdoor environments. Some events were races to acquire resources before other teams, others were outright combat. Sometimes the fields were combined into one massive field for mock wars. I seem to think that almost anything was allowed, and not everything on the field was supervised or documented, just results. In this way, students were free to employ whatever methods they saw fit without fear of repercussion. Continue reading

some zombies, but the real monster is man (specifically: me, being sketchy)

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It was the zombie apocalypse again. Human survivors were scattered around. It wasn’t so sparse as in many zombie apocalypse stories, but the zombies still had the upper hand and survivors lived in fear.

I and some others lived in the top floor office of a massive warehouse/factory type complex. It was handy because we could monitor the floor below from the office window. Zombies would get in and wander their way near us. They could be taken out without alerting zombies outside, because it was indoors, but there was enough clearance room to have ample warning and reduce risk. It was a pretty good situation.  Continue reading

genetically engineered, secret orgy

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I was living in an underground science complex thing, probably inspired by the compounds in Oryx and Crake which I am reading. I had somehow involved myself in an orgy, with women I assume were sex professionals. One of them asked me to hold her arms back so she couldn’t move. Anyway the security forces bust through the door and berate the two other guys who instigated this situation. Not because anyone had broken a law, but because they had exposed me to risk. I got the impression that there was a secret they were all keeping fro me – that I was very important, some sort of being created for a specific important purpose, there was only one of me and I could not have my health risked in any way or all would be lost. Everyone knew this but it had to be kept from me.