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Basically, I had a dream that all the countries in the world turned against the States and systematically killed us off one by one. My own neighborhood was turned into a kind of Auschwitz, and Oliver Platte was there talking to me. I ended up staying in a room with my friend and her family because I couldn't find my own. Cut to: I'm in a room where an old couple live. There's an elderly man sitting staring out the blinds at the sun, and the elderly woman is standing back behind him, by the bed. The covers of the bed were crimson, and the rest of the room was very grey and faded. He starts rapidly deteriorating, like death in fast forward. The wound begins in his head near his temple and spreads, until he is nothing but ashes on the floor. His wife seems like she either doesn't notice, or is frozen in her own little world. Cut to: the future, only it's very un-futuristic. It's the sort of cliche where man has reverted back to his more primitive beginnings. It has the feel of a western movie. I'm riding on a horse through a meadow toward a house. I have long, blonde, straight hair and blue eyes. Which is odd because in reality I have medium to short lengthed, black, curly hair with brown eyes. I'm the sort of overseer of some children, I take care of them and try to keep them safe from our dictators. Somehow, as I arrive at the house, I also end up becoming one of the children. We got some water, somehow, which we're not supposed to have unless it's given to us, and a guard finds out. He backs us all into a corner and starts to toy with us. He asks us if we speak German. I press a button and a bunch of flash cards pop out of the wall with german words on them. He laughs and says, 'That isn't good enough,' and proceeds to shoot me. The end.
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