Dream Journal
I had just returned to a city that was under the grip of some oppressive pseudo-religious regime. I basically stayed under the radar for a few months (dream fast-forward), but I made friends with all the wrong people, seedy underworld types, black market traders, prostitutes, etc. The televisions strung up everywhere, warned against illicit activities, and then showed them in vivid detail. After those months had passed, I began to feel it: that they'd come for me, soon. I had spoken too critically, and too derisively, of the theocracy. On the day that it happened, few would even talk to me. I had just time to say goodbye to one black-market type, and to make arrangements for my cat, and then they came for me. I woke up just as they were dragging me off.
I was trembling a bit from that one.