No, not a dream of freedom and equality. In fact, it was the
exact opposite, but it was so interesting.. Well how could I not write it down? xD It was like a story itself, so I've actually embellished very little. I'm remembering it as clearly as I can, so forgive any
inconsistencies or hiccups in the story. 8| We all know how dreams can be.



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The world was a dead thing. Nature was nigh nonexistent, and the sky was thick
and dark with clouds of pollution. People either lived in hovels built from
discarded industrial debris, or grand and expensive mansions. I was part/leader
of the Resistance against the cause of all of this strife: Rescreatu Corporation
and its evil corporate overlord Patrick.



There were several names I recall from the dream involved in the corporation.
Broken was Pat's right hand. Whit was the chef in the cafeteria (the building
was split up between the actual business building and a training school for
future evil overlords). And Hj and Foo were the two inventors at the head of
Res Corp. development department. There were more, but I can't really recall
who did what anymore.



The dream started with me sneaking inside. Well. I walked in through the front
door. Pretty sneaky, eh? I guess I decently passed for one of the students
entering the building for the school. I crossed the big lobby and turned down
some random hallway, somehow knowing exactly where I was supposed to go.
Unfortunately, this meant that I had to enter an area of the building where
students weren't permitted, so my cover would only take me so far. I figured it
I could feign stupidity if I got caught, and kept walking as if I belonged
there. I was, of course, caught, but not by a person. It was by a Zenirix.

It didn’t –look- like a Zenirix, though. It was about as
tall as I was, and humanoid in shape, but lacking a face. The head was smooth,
with a bulge in front to suggest a canine muzzle and points on top to hint at
dog ears. ZNRX – 07 was printed on its shoulder in big, bold black letters.

“HALT! You are in an unauthorized area!” Its voice was an
odd mash of human and mechanical volcalizations.

Without missing a beat, I punched the Zenirix in the face.
It gave a sparking sound and crumpled forward, shutting down almost
immediately. I took the white, round gun it had been pointing at me and kept
walking as if nothing had happened. A few more turns, however, landed me
confronted with a group of staff who were busy looking over each other’s
shoulders and talking. I darted down a hallway to the left before they could
see me. This landed me in a very wide hallway flooded with students where,
again, I was concealed. For a moment, anyway.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to have weapons here!” The voice
was bodyless.

“Sorry!” Panic thrilled through me when I heard it. Without
turning to look, I tossed the gun into the waiting hands of a Zenirix standing
to one side of the hall and kept walking. Everyone was heading towards several
large elevators at the end of the hall. Before I could reach them, someone
grabbed my arm and pulled me down another hallway.

I figured this was someone I knew working on the inside, so
there was no panic when he pulled me onto a different elevator and we stood
there in silence as we ascended several hundred stories (this was a VERY big
building).

The elevator door slid open on the second floor down from
the top. Just under Patrick’s office. The room itself was odd; the floor was
about ten feet wide around the edge, and in the center was an octagonal hole
that was a straight drop down to one of the lower floors. You could see the
other floors around the edges of the hole all the way down. On our level, doors
and hallways branched off from the walls to our right and left. Above, the roof
was over a hundred feet in the air, and between us and it, was a maze of
catwalks and lifts and stairs. My companion and I darted for one of the sets of
stairs and began to climb, only to be stopped by the sound of voices behind us,
as if we had been seen.

We leapt from the stairs and ran for one of the hallways,
turning a corner only to be confronted by a dead end and a deactivated Berrok.
The  Berrok didn’t look like the Berrok
we know; it was seven feet tall, white (gray because the hallway was dark), and
reminiscent of a large gorilla. BRK – 04 was painted on its shoulders in big,
dark letters. The voices behind us drew closer and we hid behind the Berrok,
hoping that they would pass us by. They didn’t, of course.

It took them a few minutes to come to the conclusion that we
could be hiding (they didn’t seem to be very smart; what kind of people was Pat
hiring?) and to actually get around to looking behind the thing.

A head popped around the Berrok’s arm.“There they are!!”



My companion shouted something and gave me a shove, and I scaled the back of
the Berrok with no thought of his fate. I was ready to stop Patrick and his
evil, no matter the cost! I leapt from the head of the Berrok, over our pursuer’s
heads, and bolted down the hallway.

I hung a quick right and slipped into one of the shining
metal doors that slid open silently and automatically as I passed. The room
inside was just as odd as the room before. The floor was a wide grid of lights,
and the walls were lined with mirror-surfaced tubes just large enough for a
person to fit inside. Teleporters, that took you to the unit across the room.
No I do not know what the purpose of these was.

At the back of the room sat a hunched old man, with long
white hair trailing from the back of his head, eyebrows, and mustache. I walked
up to him and he began to talk. He wasn’t on my side, but he wasn’t trying to
kill me, so I figured he was okay. We talked for a few minutes, but I can’t
remember about what. Just the name “Patrick” and then the heavy, intense
feeling that there was someone behind me.

I began to turn and things went into slow motion. My hand
grabbed for the weapon I no longer had (no I don’t know why I had come without
weapons of my own) and as the curtain of my hair began to fall away from my
eyes, before I could see the person behind me…

I woke up.