BloodSand's Dream Journal

4-26-2016
I was on a planet of slaves. Everyone was required to wear an electronic collar that you weren't supposed to take off, but was easy to take off. There were flying drones that would shoot if you were spotted without the collar. I was about 6 or 7 years old with my mother, I had been born on the planet but my mom had not been. Scavenged things on the planet could be traded for money that could be used for food and basic things. I recall a spoon cost 3 cents. Mom was sad that I was stuck on that planet with her as a slave, but I told her it wasn't so bad for me. “I don't feel like a slave, I just feel like I couldn't leave the planet.” Which I couldn't but felt normal, likely because in waking life I am also confined to the planet I am on.