Super-Rachael dream
I'm in a fascist world. I haven't rebelled yet, but by this time they already have me in the books for causing trouble, I don't quite remember how. Something about trees. Real trees. Or maybe queers. Anyway, cops have chased me. I wonder how much they know about me, where I live, what my voice sounds like, what my face looks like. I assume so. Anyway, I call a friend and quickly ask them to call Mom and tell her I'm okay, and to be careful.
I steal items from fascists to get by, and whatnot. Eventually I end up in some underground organization's hall, and a lot of them are staying on the DL, so I try and convince them that the time is nigh, "we need to band together, look at the hell I'm going through!" I ask if the government has criminalized Jews, yet, and they respond with a simple yes. That news sets me on my knees, cos I'm worried about Mom, and I cry tears tears tears. I try and get a friend to call her, because they'll track my voice.
I call Mom and keep our conversations brief. I find her, and we try to meet up in some little grocery store or something. There are cops around, and I see them using their radar on people's faces. I put my glasses on quickly, wondering whether they have a picture of me with glasses or not. I have a hard time staying calm and walking into the store, especially when their machine recognizes me and some fascist security guard is cued to stand and wait and follow me. He realizes that I've seen him and begins to run for me. I get tazed, but through a door, so I can rip the prongs from my arm. I get tazed again, surrounded by three or four cops, yet after the pain I somehow get my hands on a tazer and taze on cop's chest and another one's crotch. Bummer.
I run outside (which is now my father's old neighborhood) and they've left a cop car on. It's an old one, with manual locks and the windows down. A big beefy vehicle. I hop in on the passenger side and whip the car around just in time so cop's reaching hands do nothing more than lock the driver's door for me. Sweet. I trick them to get the large SWAT bus moving, blocking traffic so they're all effed for chasing me, and peace! (yes, maybe GTA was a little inspiration at this point, but I didn't have GTA POV, nor did I have any gun.)
I whip the car around and head east. I see another cop car, and try to drive sufficiently coppish so he doesn't suspect, then continue on my way. I'm extra wary of drivers on the road, keeping on eye on everyone. At about this point I woke up.
I wish I could remember the beginning, cos that's where I finally decided to rebel against something, and performed some act against the system.
At least part of this was from seeing a cop pull somebody over today in the butteff morning cos there's no drivers on the road, so nobody can speed. Next thing I know, cop's speeding past all of us plebes.
"I am the law." Blegh.
I am a happy camper. Dreams like that make me feel like a big and strong bunny. I doubt I could ignore the sting of a tazer, and big fascist cops would probably just shoot me, anyway. I hope not.
Merry Christmas, all!
I am in love and I am turning 21 in 3 (1, 2, 3!) days!
Also, Guitar Hero is THE SHIT! I hope they make it so you can just upload certain songs to the game, soon. Why the hell they don't have "Sweet Home Alabama," is beyond me.
Man, I wish to toke.
I steal items from fascists to get by, and whatnot. Eventually I end up in some underground organization's hall, and a lot of them are staying on the DL, so I try and convince them that the time is nigh, "we need to band together, look at the hell I'm going through!" I ask if the government has criminalized Jews, yet, and they respond with a simple yes. That news sets me on my knees, cos I'm worried about Mom, and I cry tears tears tears. I try and get a friend to call her, because they'll track my voice.
I call Mom and keep our conversations brief. I find her, and we try to meet up in some little grocery store or something. There are cops around, and I see them using their radar on people's faces. I put my glasses on quickly, wondering whether they have a picture of me with glasses or not. I have a hard time staying calm and walking into the store, especially when their machine recognizes me and some fascist security guard is cued to stand and wait and follow me. He realizes that I've seen him and begins to run for me. I get tazed, but through a door, so I can rip the prongs from my arm. I get tazed again, surrounded by three or four cops, yet after the pain I somehow get my hands on a tazer and taze on cop's chest and another one's crotch. Bummer.
I run outside (which is now my father's old neighborhood) and they've left a cop car on. It's an old one, with manual locks and the windows down. A big beefy vehicle. I hop in on the passenger side and whip the car around just in time so cop's reaching hands do nothing more than lock the driver's door for me. Sweet. I trick them to get the large SWAT bus moving, blocking traffic so they're all effed for chasing me, and peace! (yes, maybe GTA was a little inspiration at this point, but I didn't have GTA POV, nor did I have any gun.)
I whip the car around and head east. I see another cop car, and try to drive sufficiently coppish so he doesn't suspect, then continue on my way. I'm extra wary of drivers on the road, keeping on eye on everyone. At about this point I woke up.
I wish I could remember the beginning, cos that's where I finally decided to rebel against something, and performed some act against the system.
At least part of this was from seeing a cop pull somebody over today in the butteff morning cos there's no drivers on the road, so nobody can speed. Next thing I know, cop's speeding past all of us plebes.
"I am the law." Blegh.
I am a happy camper. Dreams like that make me feel like a big and strong bunny. I doubt I could ignore the sting of a tazer, and big fascist cops would probably just shoot me, anyway. I hope not.
Merry Christmas, all!
I am in love and I am turning 21 in 3 (1, 2, 3!) days!
Also, Guitar Hero is THE SHIT! I hope they make it so you can just upload certain songs to the game, soon. Why the hell they don't have "Sweet Home Alabama," is beyond me.
Man, I wish to toke.