The Truman Show Dream

I woke up in a fit from a dream. It was a world within a world dream much like the movie “The Truman Show” or the “Westworld” show, except it was many of us unwittingly playing and we didn’t know where it ended and begun, why it was made, or exactly who was and was not participating.

About five of us banded together to get out and we were doing all we could to disrupt the system. We were together in an outdoor mall type shopping area causing extreme mayhem, upending hidden file cabinets and such. We quickly caught the attention of the civilian clothed security forces.

We all ran our separate ways and I somehow got into a secure area for “employees” and I saw some heated infighting. One man was saying something to the effect of being fine with it all “but why involve innocent children?”. I ran through the area without listening further trying to find a way out of the backrooms to reality.

Soon this pretty Asian woman caught up with me. She knew me well (even though I had never seen her before) and was trying to reason with me.

I started hitting her trying to get away. I could see a mix of pity and disbelief in her eyes. I got my fingers in her mouth and made her vomit on herself but she kept coming at me. She hit me over the head with what looked like a small yellow sand bag. It seeped something slimy on my head and promptly made me pass out. I woke up in a grassy knoll with my rebellious cohorts passed out besides me. On the ground beneath our feet written in the dirt was a quote one of us had said a few days prior.

“I enjoy the soft, sweet flutter of a butterflies wings on my cheek”.

It was a reminder to enjoy where we were. None of us truly knew what was outside the only world we had ever known and the conglomerate that oversaw it.

Then I woke up.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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