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Remembering An Ancient Dystopian Apocalypse
This dream came from way back, about '01, before 9/11. Before the nazis started trying to turn the world to shit.
It was daytime, and I was in a city, reminiscent of Birmingham, West Midlands, UK. There was a large shopping mall.
There had been a declaration of Martial Law. The nazis had taken over. Jackbooted cunts goose-stepping in lockstep down the High Streets of every city in Britain.
At the back of this shopping mall, I found refugees. Muslims, Jews, gay men, lesbians, trans people, black people, and people whose folks had immigrated from Bharat and Chechia and Poland to come here for a better life. They were cowering in the shadows.
In my dream, I had come to rescue them and bring them out of the shopping mall, and take them to safety. It was no longer safe for them here, because the jackboots were literally coming up the High Street already. They were about 500 yards away and closing.
I got them to leave through a trade entrance and lorry dock. We got them into lorries and carted them off to safety. I was the last person standing on the lorry dock when the last of the trucks pulled away, leaving me alone, hearing the sound of the nazis marching closer and closer.
My last thought, as the dream ended, was of rolling up my sleeves and waiting to see the whites of their eyes.
Time to take those fuckers down.
It was daytime, and I was in a city, reminiscent of Birmingham, West Midlands, UK. There was a large shopping mall.
There had been a declaration of Martial Law. The nazis had taken over. Jackbooted cunts goose-stepping in lockstep down the High Streets of every city in Britain.
At the back of this shopping mall, I found refugees. Muslims, Jews, gay men, lesbians, trans people, black people, and people whose folks had immigrated from Bharat and Chechia and Poland to come here for a better life. They were cowering in the shadows.
In my dream, I had come to rescue them and bring them out of the shopping mall, and take them to safety. It was no longer safe for them here, because the jackboots were literally coming up the High Street already. They were about 500 yards away and closing.
I got them to leave through a trade entrance and lorry dock. We got them into lorries and carted them off to safety. I was the last person standing on the lorry dock when the last of the trucks pulled away, leaving me alone, hearing the sound of the nazis marching closer and closer.
My last thought, as the dream ended, was of rolling up my sleeves and waiting to see the whites of their eyes.
Time to take those fuckers down.
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