in an airport. some sort of protest. arrived with a group of people. separated into 2 row blocks, maybe 10 to a row. standing. somehow suppressed, technologically. electricity maybe, although i don't recall any pain. lying on the ground, belly down. waiting there, playing draksouls. act of defiance. standing again. everyone has a screen. i assume the people in uniform, which read as u.s. military, see me playing because they say to thr group, "please exit all tables, that is a program, yadda yadda yadda.", when i am in a game menu screen. i didn't have a controller on me. i continue to play. had started a new game. thinking that if i get far enough i can use the weapons against the soldiers, who are essentially holding us captive at this point. playing with my whole body, like microsoft kinect, although this was playstation 3. approached by female solider, she tells me to quit playing. my hands are bound. i tell her i must have accidentally pressed the button on my controller to start the game. she looks for the controller, doesn't have it, asks about it, i can't find a lie smoothly, i'm taken away.
In a hotel room. it's actually two rooms separated by a bathroom. in the other room is a group of asians. a man in his 40's, and a couple in their late 20's. i remember walking through their room without invitation for some reason, they seem flustered, but not outraged. they say nothing. in my room, there is a man who is there to help us. almost shoulder length hair. like sawyer from lost, only older, shorter, and balder. i'm on a bed. the headboard of which is on the wall opposite of the door. the man is sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, facing the door. there are uniformed men coming, he says he will handle it and that i should "more than run." or something like this. "more than escape." maybe. so, i go back through the asians room, coming in as the female is putting her top on, her back is too me. i think for sure the two males will attack me for this. i continuously say sorry and bow forward submisively to appease them (although i'm pretty sure that's a japanese thing, and i remember distinctly thinking that these weren't japanese people.) while making my way to the door. the first peephole i look out is reversed. there's another, higher. i look through it, i seem 6 men in uniform crossing the hole. 4 go to the door to my room. they are not all wearing the same uniform. some of the uniforms black maybe. 2 men stop in front of the asians door, which i am currently looking out. they are wearing u.s. marine uniforms. in panic i go back to my room, there's no way for me to exit. i assume there will be a gunfight. i hide in the bathtub behind the shower curtain, sitting. there are no shot, i'm not sure what happened to the man that was in my room, at this point. someone grabs at the shower curtain, pulls it back. my body is stiff and i remain hidden. the room is dark and the man didn't look very hard. i get up, leave, walk around.
When i get to wherever i was, most restrictions had been lifted. there were no guards, but it seemed that they were still in the structure, just in a different location, where i had been previously. here we were still under their control, but were not being directly controlled. it looked like the lobby of a movie theatre. i bumped into a girl, my ex? someone elses? her face was mostly unfamiliar. she tells me that the world is ending in 2030, i ask her if she's seen this movie before, she tells me she hasn't, i decide not to ruin it for her, i know that the world ends early. I decide i should shave my head, for a bit of disguise. i see billy, a portion of his head shaved as well. i ask him where shayla is. she's not nearby. he won't call her for me, tells me i have to call her, gives me this chip to put into my cell phone. a man approaches, he's not government but his is authority, checking people's chips. i don't have one of my own, billy tells me it's not an issue. the man gets to me, i tell him i don't have one, he's very calm and cool about it but does some sort of preliminary tests on me as a new arrival. at this point i'm aware that i'm well in the future, in a post-apocalypse type scenario, living in a protected environment. the man asks me if there are any wires in my shirt, i laugh a bit, tell him that there are not. "shirt's never had wires in my time. except for this one shirt i remember seeing that had little red lights all over it, that read 'lights out.'" someone else had finished my sentence. it was this kid chris, who worked at fred meyer. apparently he had also been displaced in time, although i remember not believing him because he's a perpetual liar. he chat's with me an billy, about what i don't recall, billy walks away.
i follow, still trying to find out how i can get in touch with my girlfriend. he enters a room, the door shuts a little, a come in behind him. he tells me i have to knock first and points at a sign on the door. i understand that this is a new rule in this future hotel-home to maintain a sense of privacy. i apologize. tre is laying on a bed in the room. eating i think. he tells me that he always hated something that i used to do to him. his truth-telling the product of more future rules, in order to keep everyone honest and transparent. i apologized. still trying to find shayla. billy tells me she lives in the professional sector. i try to find out which sector i'm in, currently, but i see no signs. billy prepares to give me a phone number but i wake up, then promptly check to make sure my girlfriend is beside me.
i feel like i woke up because i was so into the dream, and my brain couldn't come up with a phone number, so i insta-knew it wasn't real life.