Post #4460320

2026-08-09 05:40 UTC

The dream changed, and I was inside the movie. Still cyberpunk, but more gritty, set in the streets between walls of skyscrapers, part shanty town, part open bazaar. I was some sort of operative, but the dream never specified if I worked for a criminal gang, resistance, corporation, or government. My fellow operatives and I were in enemy territory, playing a game of cat and mouse with enemy agents. On foot, we ran between market stalls, and through labyrinthine "employees only" areas behind them. A double agent lured me into an area I thought was safe, but I realized what was happening, and ran the other way, relaying a heads up to my group about the ploy. I met the others at our vehicle*, ready to make our exit. We would have to time our escape just right, because we had noted the locations of enemy sentries, who would spot us the instant we started moving. *Car? Armored Car? Hover Car? Flying Armored Car? Unclear. 7/11

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@Space_Burger_Steve@mstdn.ca 2026-08-09 05:40

The other operatives and I hung on to the outside of our vehicle. The route was selected, we picked our targets, and opened fire at the sentries as the vehicle sped off toward the extraction point. An inverted sattelite dish was suspended above a building, and once we were close enough, reality seemed to stretch sideways around me, and everything but us disappeared. We made it back to our home dimension safe and sound. You see, we were fighting a war with an alternate reality. In one reality, the city we fought over had been colonised and established by China. In the other, Jamaica. One group of operatives used exclusively red equiptment and vehicles, the other yellow. I worked for the Jamaicans, I think we were the red team. I was one of the top operatives, and in love with one of the top operatives from the other reality. 8/11

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