A new Brazil?

A group of four people and i are waiting at some sort of transport stop on a platform at the side of a dusty dirt road. The narrow straight road stretches out in either direction, forward or behind, as far as the eyes can see. The whole environment is dusty and flat and drab. The people have been waiting for a long time and are getting testy. It’s ?wartime and we are under strict military rule so travel is restricted and movement is dependent upon the transport provided by the government. A pair of ?soldiers appears at the stop and the people begin berating them for how long they’ve been waiting for the bus. The soldiers just kind of laugh and say some hostile things and the people shut up. The soldiers continue down the road. One of them is a man but the other one is a kind of cyborg centaur type creature. He has a man head and shoulders and arms but the rest of him is some kind of black, metal four legged jeep/wasp hybrid with a big stinger on the back side. One of the people at the bus stop mutters something about just letting the cyborg sting him and getting it over with. The wait continues. Occasionally a bus will drive by with out stopping and the people just get angrier and angrier. Finally, another pair of soldiers – man and cyborg – reaches the platform. This time though the soldier is an important one – a general or something – and has a lot of medals and bars on his coat. The cyborg thing is just like the other one we’d seen earlier. This pair is even more sarcastic and unsympathetic than the last pair and when they continue walking we are relieved they’ve gone. Shortly after that the bus comes and we board. Our destination is The City. Everybody has to go there by government order. It’s nerve wracking because rumor has it that if your papers aren’t in order when you arrive you are immediately executed so we’re all checking our papers the entire ride and never see the scenery outside the bus.

We arrive at The City and it’s very modern and beautiful. It’s kind of terraced or layered so that the first part you come to is “ground level” and sort of a perimeter of park-like grass and trees. Tables are set up and manned by soldiers in brown uniforms. They will check us through. We see soldiers in black standing several hundred feet beyond the soldiers at the tables and decide that those are probably the executioners. We’re glad to note that it appears everybody’s papers have been in order so far because there aren’t any bodies. My group presents our papers and is allowed to continue through the main gate. We enter and are on the first level. It’s very much like a city square. Benches and fountains, trees, storefronts. It all looks very nice but there’s nobody sitting on the benches enjoying the sound of the water and there’s nobody window shopping. It’s just a façade. We continue to the next level and it’s separated by a canal. Here, there are more people and more lines. We overhear an officer berating a woman for something and the next thing we know, he’s flung her over the canal. If she can reach the other side she’ll be okay but the consensus is that she won’t be able to pull herself out of the water once the gets to the other side and is probably going to drown. I’m worried because i don’t know what she’s done to deserve that fate and maybe i’ll be subject to the same.

Scene change. We’re in a room and people are strewn around on the floor. Apparently this is our barrack. It’s just a big empty room in an old house. The floor is nice hardwood. I can see that at one time in the past it was a beautiful home. Probably a governor’s mansion or something like that. Our group is more defined now. There is a young boy, me, two women and another man. One of the women appears to have been a circus performer or acrobat. She’s wearing spandex and has long straight blonde hair. The other woman might be the wife of the man, i’m not sure. Neither of them really stands out to me. The boy is the main character in this part of the dream though. He seems to be around six or seven with golden curls. Like the little prince from the story. He’s young but he’s our leader. A small girl comes in to our group and she approaches the boy. He talks with her a bit trying to get to know her. Apparently it’s a big deal in this world to know who your father is because everything that happens to you, from the job you get to how you’re treated is dependant on knowing who your father is. The little girl doesn’t know and the boy is trying to help her to remember.

Scene change. We’re still the same group but a lot of time has passed. The adults all look the same but the boy is now grown and in his late teens. The little girl is also grown and knows who her father is. So we’re apparently part of an organization that the authorities have been watching for years. We’re subversive and they know it but can’t catch us doing anything wrong. We pull off some ?capers or tasks and the lives we’re leading are getting more and more dangerous. By this time we’re several levels up in the city – maybe fourth or fifth. The city reminds me of an Aztec pyramid but gigantic and city size. We enter a room that seems to not have gravity and we can ‘fly’ (very Ender’s Game) and we see the young girl from our group has reached a balcony on the other side. We decide to make our way towards her but before we can get there, a soldier in black has captured her and takes her away. The acrobat is also caught and taken to be executed. A group of six soldiers in black crush her between two Styrofoam boards and i can hear her screaming to stop because it hurts. Her cries get weaker and i hear her say “I feel my life leaving” and she collapses. The rest of us are terrified and confused. We don’t know what’s happened to the young girl.

Scene change. From the perspective of the young girl. She’s in a room with The General and he’s downloading data from her. It turns out that she is really a cyborg girl and has been planted into the boys group to infiltrate and gather evidence. I’m amazed at the years they’ve invested in the project. The boy is devastated because this was his closest friend and they pretty much grew up together. The soldiers come for the other woman and she too is executed by being pressed between what look like fish nets on frames. She too screams for a while until her life streams out of her.

I can’t remember any more after that so maybe i was the once that was pressed at the end.

Then i fell into a dream and i was doing laundry. I started to use a washer/dryer in the upstairs of the house i was in but realized that the big washing machine was downstairs so i went to use that one. It’s in the basement and i realized i’m in my Manassas house. The laundry room was across the hall from my bedroom. The washing machine is giant and it’s sitting in the spot where my dad’s workbench was in real life. I put in all of my stuff i want washed – towels, sheets, and clothes. A ton of stuff. The water fills up so much i thought it was going to over flow so i’m scooping some of the water out. After the machine begins agitating i realize i haven’t added soap so i quick open the top and squirt in a bunch of thick yellow liquid detergent. …Something about hanging the clothes to dry instead of using a drying machine. The girl is asking me about every piece of clothing and whether it can hang to dry or needs the machine. She shows me a couple of polo type shirts and i tell her that the shirt part will dry quickly by hanging but the collars will take much longer to dry but it’s okay because i don’t plan on wearing either shirt any time soon. She hands the shirts to her assistant who hangs them up. Then she holds up a dress i used to have and i quickly advise that it’s cashmere and must NOT be put in the dryer. It has to hang dry to keep its shape. I wonder where that dress has been all these years and wonder if it will fit me anymore. That’s all i remember of that dream.