[10:15] all I can remember was an array of image projection drones and me asking a question to a public defender: "what is justice when the billionaire industrialist gets apologised to by the government when he breaks the law, but a person making less than minimum wage gets fined $34,000,000 for stealing a gun?"
Honestly, same, dream Tina. Same.
[10:05] Riza, mum, and I were driving somewhere and there were dark clouds gathering on the horizon. I flippantly said, "That's either a plume of smoke, a mushroom cloud, or a wedge tornado, with wedge tornado being somewhat unlikely." Well, I looked on the weather site (the ONLY TIME my phone has EVER shown up in a dream) and it turned out there was an EF4 tornado currently touched down in the county next to us and heading west (odd direction for a tornado to go in realspace). This put the storm track right over our flat. We all agreed it was time to go home, get some stuff gathered up, and leave. Back at home, mum started watching TV and Riza went to take a shower, having resigned themselves to the fact they were about to die in a tornado. I seemed to be the only one who was concerned about it, and I had to beg them to evacuate with me. Mum flatly refused, but Riza begrudgingly agreed. On our way out of the building, we were stopped by military officers who had thick Cockney accents; in the back of my mind, I realised that they probably created the tornado so they could take over the building. The particular soldier who stopped us demanded to see our flat, which I was carrying in my purse as a Polly Pocket type place and he emptied it of all its furniture while he cackled like a supervillain. Finally able to leave, I noticed the tornado had lifted because it was cycling, but as we were turning onto the highway, it touched down again. Riza said, "we're never going to make it," and I replied, "if we still had our old car, probably not, but peep THIS," and laid on the gas. We were able to drive for all of 5 seconds before the road gave out and I remembered, "oh shit, they replaced the highway with a pig farm, didn't they?" At that point, it was too late to escape the tornado so we got out and clung to metal pipes as the wind started whipping our hair. My realspace getting-up alarm went off just before the tornado hit and my heart was beating so fast that I was panting.
[11:17] I was in the waiting room of the car repair shop and I heard tapping on the window. Repetetive tapping that was pretty steady about it. I turned around to see it was actually gunfire coming from over the horizon someplace. Somehow I knew it was related to the military downsizing its entire fighting force and replacing it with Tesla AI-powered robots. Back at home-- a rather extensive flat that in retrospect looked a lot like a place I'd built in The Sims 4-- Riza was reading the news in bed and read me an article about the gunfire from earlier, where another eyewitness said he had been followed to the bulletproof glass by an AI robot and it appealed to him to open the door in his wife's voice. I immediately panicked and ran into the other room to shut all the blinds and turn off all the lights so the roving genAI bot that recently got installed couldn't mimic me. It didn't work of course, because of the skylights that hadn't been there until just now. Also I realised, what good does darkness do against something that can see in the dark? I tried keeping my face covered, but something the robot did caused me to drop my mask. The military bots started attacking the city with missiles as we watched in horror from our new vantage point in the grocery store carpark, the AI-fired missiles destroy our apartment building with the loss of everyone inside, including our dog, Winston (we do not have a dog in realspace). As we were trying to salvage things, I could feel myself going insane until I mumbled "Wrong. Somef things wrong." After that i was no longer able to communicate verbally. I heard air raid sirens going off and I woke up to the sound of the fire truck with the stroppy siren going through the crossroads and a distinct feeling of relief that what I had just experienced was not real.
Incidentally, it's not that I haven't had any dreams over the past [checks notes] six months, it's just I keep forgetting to write them down.