Last night I had one of those dreams that you just want to keep dreaming about. North Korea had invaded the US, and took everyone back to their country. We were slaves there, and I couldn't get treatment for my diabetes. In fact, when they found out I was diabetic, they put me in a line with other people to be killed. There were 3 lines-- one to get a marriage license, one to get food and first aid, and one to be killed. I did sneak into the food and first aid line, which saved my ass more than once, it seemed. I guess after that my diabetes didn't affect me. I didn't know if my family was safe. I never saw them, because when I could, I would escape to places where other people were hiding. Safe houses, almost. Think of it like in 28 Days Later. You could stay in a place for a small amount of time, but then we had to move so they wouldn't find us. They had giant robots that would come and patrol the areas that were deserted, looking for people like us. Eventually we had enough people to go in to where everyone else was, and attack them. We got caught, but I had a plan. I turned myself over to them. I made it seem like I was on their side now. No one else knew my plan, so the fact that everyone was shocked at what I did made it even better. After gaining some information on what their plans were, I was able to attack, and then everyone that was held captive attacked as well, and we were able to bring them down. I saw my family again and I was a war hero. What a dream...
