Not very interesting to you, I bet.
Earliest parts I remember were of myself living the homeless life. For some reason, I had to stay hidden from most people. I was exiled from my group of pals, and I was wandering around until the part of the dream where I wandered back and they considered removing the exile. They had a hidden fortress built into a giant tree, and our quarters were inside of the branches. I was being asked to sleep on the outside of the branches until the decision was made that I would be fit to return or not. I don’t remember if I wanted to be accepted back or not, I just remember being frustrated. I found my own food and lived off of my own efforts. At some point I was given a closet to sleep in, or it was something like that. And people would harass me by stealing things I’d gotten while I was away or food I’d gotten for myself. I didn’t have the patience to wait for a permanent acceptance, and I left that place.
Next thing I remember is being in a school building where refugees were being transported to, divided and organized into groups, documented individually, and transported elsewhere. Their skin and clothes were different, and none of them spoke or responded to anything I’d say to them. I don’t remember why or how I’d gotten there, but I do remember seeing someone I recognized and trying to meet her. Stumbling through lines of people that shuffled between rooms, avoiding detection from men in uniforms with guns, and whenever I’d finally reach where I saw her, she’d be somewhere else that I was lucky enough to spot. Last thing I remember was hiding against a doorway that opened into the school building’s gymnasium. At least four doorways along the hallway opened into the gymnasium, only one line of people was moving in to the desk at the center of the room where people were being documented, name, teeth, hair samples and shit like that. I was outside of the doorway, looking in to see the person I was after getting recorded in the various ways. If I was spotted out of line, I’d draw unwanted attention. If I went into the line from here, I’d draw unwanted attention. If I were camouflaged in the line of people I might not be spotted, and in that case, I’d still have to face the person at the desk. I was trying to think of the new plan to catch up to this person when I woke.
