My god I dreamed about living under a totalitarian regime and trying to get a job as a healthcare worker. I had this pet cat I couldn't keep because I wasn't allowed to own things or animals. I was passing as barely of age and so I was assigned to a unit with older teenagers. We had to drag in the bodies (living and dead) of people who had been shot down while trying to escape the country. There were these weird circular helicopters with so many guns and cameras. There were more demented and mentally ill people walking around than documented and conscripted people. The street signs were all wrong. There wasn't enough of anything and the underground economy was as lively as the legit one. Lots of robots, too.
Jeez that was an intense dream. I woke up and my daughter had climbed into bed with me, had wedged herself into the space between myself and the wall, and she was holding her little stuffed elephant. The contrast between the dreamscape and real life was disorienting.
