I had a dream that felt like "Red Dawn" meets "1984".
Living alone for much of my life, I was content leading a solitary life of minding my own business and prioritizing my privacy. I rarely went out, except to get groceries and go to the gym. I did not need anyone, and I loathed being expected to comply to conventional thought and social standards.
My home was average, and I was content with that. Situated on the outskirts of town, there were empty fields nearby, and I enjoyed the silence and serenity.
Today I was in a mood to leave the confines of my home and go see a movie. I went online to see what was playing, and chose a movie called "Wartime". I purchased my ticket. The movie wouldn't start for a couple hours, so I decided to research a midlife crisis I was having. Lack of sex in my life made me worry about my overall health, so I looked up what would happen as a result of a lack of intimacy. I found out that my penis would likely shrivel up, fall off, and turn to dust from lack of "use". Also, my penis would be at risk of spontaneously combusting and flying away from being overworked. Although I wasn't concerned about the latter, I found this information useful.
As I was reading about spontaneously combusting wieners, I overheard a news report on the TV about a rapidly growing threat of invasion by "the Enemy", but I ignored the warnings.
The time had come to head out. I got in my 2011 Ford Escape and got on the highway. As I drove past an open field, I saw a several B-52 bombers flying low over the fields. I thought this was odd, but I kept going toward the theater.
Once I got to the theater, I showed them my ticket to "Wartime" and got myself a giant salted pretzel and an extra large root beer. The war movie lasted three hours, and I was oblivious to the events of the world outside. For three hours I was minding my own business, living my life on my own terms, free from the chains of obligation and expectations.
Once the movie ended and I left the bliss of the theater, I found that the entire world had changed. The world was very much a reflection of the movie I had just watched - it was a warzone, full of chaos, fires, and an unknown enemy taking over and enslaving everyone to conform to their rules.
As stealthily as I could, I made my way back to my home. I passed the fields, which were now occupied by a fleet of B-52 bomber jets. Out of some of them were enslaved captive women in chains being marched by The Enemy toward my home. I parked in the field, made my way through the maze of parked planes, until I came to my home, which had now been transformed into a concrete prison.
The Enemy forced me to my knees, angrily pointing guns at me, and imprisoned me in my own home. They explained to me that my home was now a breeding ground for their people, and that they wanted me to spread my seed and impregnate their captive women so they could grow their numbers.
I was placed inside a drab, plain concrete chamber that was devoid of any humanity. I was placed under careful surveillance, my dignity and privacy stripped down to nothing, my vulnerability exploited. The Enemy was spying on me in my own home, watching my every move.
One by one, naked women were placed in the chamber with me, and I was coerced into impregnating them. The Enemy's strict rules were that I could only do "doggy style" with them, and that any emotional connection was forbidden. On a couple occasions, if a woman tried to make eye contact with me or showed even the slightest hint of romantic interest, she was taken outside and executed by firing squad. This infuriated me deep down, but I refrained from showing any emotion outwardly.
Day after day I was fed bland food, and forced to fornicate captive women. The depravity of the Enemy's coerced emotional severance and prohibition of proper intimacy knew no bounds, and I began to feel a deep rage grow within me. While clapping sounds resonated within the cheerless chamber, I found myself lost in thought, devising a plan of escape. The Enemy had stolen my time, privacy, and dignity. I would have my revenge.
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The Enemy did not know the inner sanctums of my home, and I knew this. They were unaware of my secret lair of solitude that I had hidden deep under the house. They did not know what sort of tools of brutality I kept down there.
From the constant fornicating friction that I endured, I felt my penis flare up, and I grew concerned that it could spontaneously combust and fly away at any time. I told the guard about it, so I was allowed to get a shower. This happened almost daily, so I used the opportunity to learn about the Enemy. My bathroom was located down the hall, and as I passed by other rooms, I saw that the women I had already impregnated were locked within them.
I also saw the Enemy's propaganda posters hanging in the hall, which had religious scripture quotes and messages of anti-freedom and hatred toward those who wanted to live freely and openly. It became evident to me that the Enemy's focus was primarily control through religious rules and regulations.
After a while, through diligent observation, I developed a keen understanding about the Enemy's intention and routine. I now had enough information, and it was time to execute my plan.
To my advantage, the Enemy hadn't modified my bathroom. One day when I was allowed a shower, I ran the water to muffle any sounds. I lifted the shower floor up to reveal a staircase that led down to my secret lair. I went down and found my stash of secret weapons. I had crates of bottles of my "special" root beer, boxes of hammers and sickles, and a bazooka with a silencer attached to it.
I took a couple crates of root beer upstairs, which I shared with the Enemy. When I saw that they were becoming intoxicated, they became aggressive toward each other. I snuck back down into my lair, and I heard the Enemy brawling, followed by rapid gunfire.
I grabbed boxes of hammers and sickles, and brought them upstairs, where I found that the Enemy had shot each other to death. I found the keys, and I liberated all the women from their prison cells, and I armed them with hammers and sickles, which they could use to defend themselves in the world.
After all the women had been freed, I went back down to my lair and got my bazooka-silencer, and went to the fields where I blew up the Enemy's fleet of B-52 bombers.
Like a seriously underestimated badass MOFO, I walked away in ultra slow-motion from the field of bombers engulfed in flames behind me.
Then I sat in the field chill as hell, sipping on a bottle of green tea, and watched the Enemy's fleet burn to ashes.
Then I woke up. THE END.