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This dream was set in a universe where everything is like it is now (and so we have all the advanced technology that we have right now), except that the USSR and all the other communist states still exist. I was almost done with college (computer science), and I had to go do an internship.

As I looked through all the available internship positions on the internet, I saw one that was quite interesting, to say the least. It was an internship as system administrator in communist Romania, for leader Nicolae Ceausescu. It sounded quite crazy and adventurous, and I got to work together with a supreme leader of a country, imagine that! So I was totally into it and I took the internship.

I don't think I saw much of Bucharest or of Romania in general. The dream skipped straight to the offices of Ceausescu. He was giving me a tour around the building, telling me where everything is, telling me what my job is, etc. He told me that I would be paid in a cryptocurrency called DigitalSilver (doesn't exist in real life, by the way).

I ended up sitting in an office that looked a lot like my grandma's (dad's mom) kitchen. I was there together with 2 others, a male cook and a female secretary. We were all doing our thing: I was doing some indistinct tasks on a terminal, the cook was cooking food, and the secretary was filling in some documents. Ceausescu was roaming around the building the whole time, occasionally coming in to check on us.
At some point my mom calls me to ask how everything's going. I said everything is fine.

Spoiler for *** WARNING: GRAPHIC PART ***:

All seemed pretty chill, until at some point, Ceausescu notices an error in what the secretary was doing. He gets angry, grabs a large knife, and stabs it right into her face. It was pretty gory. He cut a whole part out of her face, like the entire middle part cut out like an apple, so that there was only a huge pyramid-shaped wound left. Her eye was hanging out of the socket. As he got the knife out and let go of her shoulder, her corpse fell down on the desk and blood was gushing out of her face. The whole scene was very upsetting.

My heart was beating very rapidly and I looked at the cook. He pretended as though he didn't see it, so I did the same. At this point I was very scared, but I tried to stay calm. I should just continue working, and avoid making any errors, and by the end of the week I can go home. Then it's just a matter of simply no longer coming back (to hell with that school degree). I continued working as best as I could, double checking every command I entered into the terminal. But I felt very very scared, and the thought of possibly getting a knife to the face like what I just saw scared me shitless and I could no longer concentrate. The more I thought of it, the faster my heart was beating, and my hands started shaking.

I wanted to call up my mom with my android phone. I waited until Ceausescu exited the room, and then I ran upstairs. This place looked a lot like my other grandma's (mom's mom) upstairs hall, together with all the bedrooms. I went behind a bed and took my cellphone. However, I had this eerie feeling that Ceausescu might've followed me, so I didn't call yet. Rather I waited for a while to hear if there wasn't any noise coming from another room. And there was no noise, but I was still very paranoid, so I slowly crawled around to check on the other bedroom.

As I peeked into the bedroom, to my surprise, I saw my SNES on a nightstand. That was very suspicious, it might be a trap. So I peeked a little further, sticking my head into the room a little. And, just as I feared, I saw Ceausescu's shadow on the floor, he was waiting for me behind the corner! I was incredibly scared and I froze. Then I made a snap decision to just flee from the place and go back downstairs to the office.

I asked the cook how I could claim the DigitalSilver tokens for the work I had done so far. Somehow, I had the time (and bad priorities) to first claim my DigitalSilver, trade them for litecoins, and sending them over to my wallet. Then I darted for the exit and the dream was over.

I went to bed around 01:30 last night and just now (10:00) crawled out of my hammock, after having been awake for ~20 minutes.

Grey mouse
I'm walking in a former school building. You can still easily see that it used to be a school building, but it now serves as a student housing complex. I can't recall having any purpose for walking there. I just keep on going. At some point I see a former housemate from a distance in one of the rooms. He makes a motion to provide me with the right directions. Eventually I'm near the top of some stairs. Right next to it, in a sort of cubicle with very low walls, is a girl studying. She has a bit of a nerdy look about her, a bit of a grey mouse. She isn't pretty, but she also isn't ugly. She's working on something that requires difficult calculations. She sees me and asks me if I can help her with it. Sure I can try. My area of expertise is something entirely different though, so I doubt that I can be very helpful. The area at the stairs is very narrow and more people want to pass from below and after a while someone wants to go down as well. It requires a little bit of acrobatics for me to get into the cubicle. I think another guy, who was behind me on the stairs, is also having a look. I feel like asking me to help her is more of a ruse from her to get my attention. I'm not interested, but I let it slide and attempt to help anyway. We move to another table, perhaps 3 metres away. For some reason I'm holding her black iPhone in my left hand and my own black iPhone in my right hand. On the lockscreen I can see her name, but I can't recall it anymore. It was a slightly unconventional name. I turn her phone towards her to show that I'll need her passcode to get in. She tells me the code. I think it was 1010 or 2222. After a while I tell her this is a bit of a mindfuck, having the same phones in both hands. I wanted to do something on my phone, but did it on hers instead. I went to her pictures. I think there are some old black/white pictures of a baby.

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» I've received a reply from an Indonesian man. He is the supervisor for the internship that I want to do. It's an email and the level of English is just horrible. I can't make much out of it. It leaves me feeling a bit frustrated.

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18.08.2010

Security War (Non-lucid)

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

I battled wits with my good friend and RA, as he tried to use the knowledge he gained during his internship to lock me out of the school's system, while I used my own summer experiences to subvert his plans and bypass his security blocks; by winning the inevitable arms race, I eventually won the entire war.