Ray9
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I had a terrible nightmare last night. In the dream, the day did not start normally. The television was not working, just a message stating technical issues. My cell phone was inoperable, and my computer was down. I headed out in my car and noticed one of my neighbors fiddling with his radar dish. I continued on with a trip to gas a station on a busy highway where I refuel weekly, buy lottery tickets, and withdraw cash from an ATM on my usual mission of leaving with a doughnut and coffee procured from a breakfast franchise attached to the station.
As I left the quiet streets of the suburban bedroom community where I sleep, what appeared to be a soldier was directing traffic where no one had ever directed traffic before. I made a right turn onto the main road and the first thing I noticed was that there were gargantuan vehicles lined up on both sides of the road as far as the eye could see.
The smell of diesel fuel was everywhere, and the rattling sound of engines was deafening when I put down my car window and yelled to a camouflage-clad individual standing by a truck: What’s going on? No answer, just an arm pointing in the direction I was headed.
I knew an election had just been stolen from the people by the state in broad daylight, and what appeared to be a CIA false-flag attack by angry citizens had taken place at the nation’s Capital, but things had been seen to simmer down and the usual sheep-like attitude of the people was becoming the expected and accepted norm.
Then my car, a new leased model, just stopped. Some kind of artificial intelligence was apparently beamed from one of the military trucks disabling the electrical system. A uniform approached and barked out an order to exit immediately! Beneath my breath, I cursed the hick radio station and the Mayberry RFD newspaper from the small city a few miles away that had become sycophants of the state.
I knew, as an aging white man, I was on my way to a special detainment camp. The Caucasian holocaust that had begun on college campuses had caught up with me and I knew any fingerprint I left anywhere in writing or on social media was my doom. My hands were zip-tied, and I was led off.
You should pay attention to my dream-I saw you there.
As I left the quiet streets of the suburban bedroom community where I sleep, what appeared to be a soldier was directing traffic where no one had ever directed traffic before. I made a right turn onto the main road and the first thing I noticed was that there were gargantuan vehicles lined up on both sides of the road as far as the eye could see.
The smell of diesel fuel was everywhere, and the rattling sound of engines was deafening when I put down my car window and yelled to a camouflage-clad individual standing by a truck: What’s going on? No answer, just an arm pointing in the direction I was headed.
I knew an election had just been stolen from the people by the state in broad daylight, and what appeared to be a CIA false-flag attack by angry citizens had taken place at the nation’s Capital, but things had been seen to simmer down and the usual sheep-like attitude of the people was becoming the expected and accepted norm.
Then my car, a new leased model, just stopped. Some kind of artificial intelligence was apparently beamed from one of the military trucks disabling the electrical system. A uniform approached and barked out an order to exit immediately! Beneath my breath, I cursed the hick radio station and the Mayberry RFD newspaper from the small city a few miles away that had become sycophants of the state.
I knew, as an aging white man, I was on my way to a special detainment camp. The Caucasian holocaust that had begun on college campuses had caught up with me and I knew any fingerprint I left anywhere in writing or on social media was my doom. My hands were zip-tied, and I was led off.
You should pay attention to my dream-I saw you there.
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