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A flood warning in Boston - they expect the buildings around the harbor to be under three feet of water. Evacuation is recommended.

Post-apocalyptic setting, there's a human doctor taking care of a human-looking robot going by the code name Rabbit. It has black stitches in a ring around its throat. It put them there itself - they're decorative.

Late 19th century England, two immortals dressed all in white are talking. "Just defend (this place)." "Domi, this is a terrible plan."

This type of dream had always bothered me ever since I got attacked in 2011. I fear for my life every time I found myself alone on the streets, both in waking life and in dreams. I first began on a street somewhere in a big city, a city like New York or Boston. I was just walking down on the sidewalk until I met some thugs on the way...

I ran in to a group of people whose plan was to always attack me once every time I'm seen in public, alone. There were ways for me to avoid walking up to them but I just had no intention of going anywhere else.

I walked up to the group of people and just after a few seconds of going their direction, I get attacked. I don't remember how but I do remember seeing a tasty piece of pork chop somewhere in my mind. It gave off a sad feeling.

I continued walking down the same street until I met up with a few other criminals and joined their group, only because it was my job at the time. I didn't feel any sense of friendship towards them either. Something inside me told me that these guys may only be using me to get some information off of the enemy. The city I was now in was somewhere in Mexico.

My purpose for being here was not needed. I was not this type of criminal, so I decided to flee the country, or die trying. Crossing the border was never my goal, but too leave such a horrid life of seeing others die and performing evil deeds was a goal I had to finish out! I've done so by walking just a few steps next to this Mexican village and ending up in some kind of a peaceful borderline where nothing evil would ever occur.

I killed a man just to get in this area. I had not told this to the authorities standing on the borderline, instead I lied to get away from the life I'm in. However, the person I killed came back from the dead to tell me it was okay. I fell to the ground and cried at the man's generosity for not turning me in. And it was at that moment when I realized, I was a bad person for lying. Then I woke up.