The bodies lay at me feet. My sword glistened red with their blood. I slaughtered them all, and I had enjoyed it. One man stirred weakly. I walked over to him, and knelt down. He gasped for air, his time was short. I opened my water bag, and gave him a long sip off water. “Why?” He asked me. I just smiled at him, and slit his throat. I was nothing if not merciful.

I awoke with a start. It was a dream, just a dream. The cries of the battle were still fresh in my ears, but the fear I felt had nothing to do with the battle. I looked at the implant in my wrist. It was glowing red. They knew of the dream, and would be here soon. I had little time.

I left my house with just the clothes on my back, packing a bag would waste what precious minutes I had. I knew where to run to, what alley the rebels were hiding in. To seek them was inviting trouble, not only from the DreamPolice (what a lame ass name) but the rebels weren’t always kind. They had their own agendas, but messing with the status quo was one of their favorites.

I heard sirens in the distance. Most likely coming for me, but Im sure there were other “Red Lights” about. Long sleeves could cover the implant, but wearing them was forbidden. I found the alley, grateful the electricity had failed again. No streetlight and a new moon made concealment easier.

Knock, Knock! No one was answering. Fear gripped me. They were my only hope. I had to await the inevitable.

“Stop!! You are under arrest. Comply or be shot.” Resigned, I allowed the officer to cuff me and take me away,

The DreamPolice not only caught DreamCriminals, but could pass punishment. Efficient, wasn’t it?

“Citizen 24601, you are found guilty of murder and inciting governmental overthrow. You are sentenced to death.” DreamCrime was an easy way to control the population. If my subconscious allowed me to kill and over throw governments, what would stop me from actually doing it? Those that had vivid dreams were the most intelligent in life. “Do you have anything to say?”

What could I say? The rebels failed me, but I couldn’t blame them. It was dog eat dog out there, one looked out for oneself, and only helped if it was beneficial. There was no escaping my fate. I hoped the execution would be swift, after the interrogation of course.

They would subject me to interrogation, experimentations, to find out why I dreamt the dream I did. And they would use this data for create better humans, ones who didn’t think for themselves.

I had heard these interrogations could last weeks, even months. I’d be under security near 24/7.

I hoped the food was good, at least.