National Dream Center

So in a distopiyan future, I was in somewhat of a work camp. I would not follow the rules, and a drone was spraying chem trails and it was specifically targeting me. I kept trying to get help from others, but the mindless masses seemed to not care.

I think it got me as later it seemed as though I was on a chain gang.


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Takes work to not be mindless. That's what came to mind when reading your dream.