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Once again, I had a dream (I seem to have a lot more of them when my wife's not in the picture).

I'm going to talk about it, even though nobody likes hearing about other people's dreams, because I'm told that talking about them tends to prime our brain to have more of them - and I love to dream (even nightmares are a lot of fun, usually).

In this one I was a prisoner. I'm not sure of which country or for what reason, but I got very strong "1984" vibes from the whole thing (presenting as a totalitarian type state).

I was being moved from one location to another with two guards. At one point, there was a door, and the door was broken. So the guards took a moment to try to fix it, while I stood idly by.

I indicated (there was no talking for some reason) that I might be able to fix the problem with the door; a big heavy metal door, like the kind that businesses use as their back door in sketchy areas. In the course of "fixing" the door, I disabled the latch, slipped through, and pushed the door closed behind me.

Then I ran. (I ran so far awaay)

I encountered what seemed to be an underground mall or something, escalators going down with lots of people coming up. Apparently there was some sort of crisis happening down so I figured I could get lost in the crowd. I think water was involved, but I'm not sure what the actual problem was because I just continued fighting my way through the crowds.

At some point the guards started to catch up, but I noticed that the general public surrounding me was making it easier for me to slip through than for the guards to make it to me. I periodically adopted or lost a hat, a shirt, a jacket, etc...anything to keep changing my appearance.

It was like the chase scene in Downey Jr's Sherlock Holmes, where everything was a "quick cut" and just rapid action.

Then my alarm went off and I was thoroughly disappointed with that because I really wanted to see how it ended.

#Dreams <--- This is the tag you want to mute if you don't want to read these.