Fighting Against Oppression

June 1, 2018

It started off with class having just ended and the sky darkened as it was getting somewhat late. Realistically, one might assume this would mean it was in the winter, But we all know dreams don't exactly reflect real life all that much, or at least if they do it's inconsistent.

Anyway, I had apparently eaten a thing of Yogurt for lunch, but I hadn't taken care of the other silverware I had with me. Apparently, only one of them wasn't borrowed directly from the school. For some reason, this ended up being one of my three forks.

I was somewhat close to going down to the cafeteria to drop it off, but it was late and the buses were leaving very soon. Instead, I went to my teacher and politely asked them to bring them down to the cafeteria when they had time.

They were friendly, so they accept the silverware, and sent me on my way. I started to run, my mother's fork still in hand, wishing nothing more than to not miss the bus. Before I could get the door, all f the buses left, and the doors locked themselves. I wasn't the only student left. There was at least a small handful, though I don;t remember what most of them looked like.

I do know one in particular was an average sized blond kid around my age. As it would happen, I did sort of know this kid in real life. Both in the dream and real life, apparently, he was somewhat of a strange guy with a lot of energy. A guy who would smile and run a lot. He had his reasons, but I'd rather not get into it.

Anyway, he was trying to open the door, but found it was locked. Just like me, he was flustered and scared to say the least. I started to move, looking for an unlocked door. There were some cardboard walls set up. I broke through them, and in one occasion looked into what used to be a classroom. I don't quite remember if I looked to much passed this, but I do know what I saw was a small dark hall that had two doors that lead to equally dark rooms.

Apparently, this is what the school would become every night. Consistent with a nightmare, I found it a bit unnerving. I continued through the place, breaking through more poorly implemented cardboard walls / gates, which were obviously mean to trap people at this point.

I eventually got to another exit, and this time, there was a large window. The window seemed to be double layered, but I was frustrated and really wanted to get out. Using the fork, I stabbed the window and pierced through it. It sort of felt like a very thick plastic, and although I don't exactly have much experience with breaking windows, I'm pretty sure it was realistic to what it'd feel like going through a window with a sharp object.

I made a larger hole before I pierced the second and final layer, and then climbed through. There was one bus still there. I got on it and sat in the front. Sitting there, more or less threatening the bus drive, was a strange person. I don't remember everything about what they looked like, except they carried a bone-saw like futuristic weapon. It was then established that a long time ago technology invented by the Japanese caused a huge takeover of the world. Whether the person was Japanese or not, wasn't very obvious.

Their hair was somewhat long, as far as I can remember, and a dark brown. They wore a sort of collared armor, and was holding the weapon over the neck of the driving, trapping the driver's head in between the bar and electric "saw". I knew this person was a threat, even if it wasn't an immediate one so I started to search the back of their neck. I found a tube sort of thing there, and pulled it, killing the person.

The dream switched perspective, and became the most relevant part. I was a little kid who seemed to be in this same world. I can't quite remember much, except that ti was dark and I was surrounded by a few office-like walls [I don't know what they're called]. I, in my head, announced to myself that I was Deanomic.

So, long story short, I had a dream that reminded me that Deanomic existed. The following is a very brief sample, and is meant more as a proof of concept then a long running project, or at least not one I intend to do any time soon. So, don't worry, Breaker comes first, then A Tree of Dreams second, and nothing after it.