Rebirth
Last night I had a nightmare that I enjoyed thinking about after I woke up.
I was living in a future dystopia, and I broke some sort of law (entering a park without paying admission or something — I don’t remember) and got arrested.
After being arrested, I was processed and sent down various sorting chutes at high speed. That part was really fun, like a roller coaster.
At the bottom of the last chute was a lady in a nurse’s uniform. She held a pair of shorts in front of her face and said “put these on immediately.” They were white with a mesh pattern, and I could see her face clearly through them.
As I put on the transparent shorts, she continued to examine me. She looked at my feet and said “it looks like you’ll need a pedicure.” That kinda made me happy, so I commented “yeah, my feet are in pretty bad shape.” She said “not as bad as mine” in a tone that indicated her irritation with the fact that as a government worker she didn’t get the medical care I got as a prisoner.
Next, she glanced at a monitor and said “you’ve been here before. You’re signed up for rebirth.” I knew what that meant. My memory was to be wiped, then I’d get re-educated and released. I had just started to think about the life I was going to lose when she pulled out a hypodermic needle. I blurted out “wait!” because I wasn’t finished reflecting on my life, but she stuck the needle in my arm. That’s when I woke up.