Dreamlog

Dystopia:
I'm with a group of people in a small hotel room, late a night with the lights down. There is a mother and three or so small kids. One of them has an Apple Watch around his head like a headband.
I think to myself that the kid doesn't know how that tech is supposed to work, but then I reason that well, how could he?
I recall that I'm living in a social dystopia. The rest of the group is sleeping, but there is still a movie playing on the TV.
I remember that we get social credit score points for watching whatever is on, even if we only listen to it.
I get up and move to a side room where a computer is. I know the show is propaganda of some sort, even if I am comfortable with it by now (and it doesn't really feel like propaganda any more).
I make sure that I can hear it at least a little, so the points are credited to me, even if I don't buy the meaning of the content a bit.
I wonder if I am really winning, or if the State planned for that, and the sounds reaching my ears are enough for them to influence me.
I push the TV from my mind and focus on the computer.
It's reminiscent of a horizontal head-to-head arcade game cabinet, like Pac-Man or Galaga used to be on.
I'm amazed that I can pull up my "spank-bank" folder from high-school, even in a world as messed up as this one.
I decide I want to see if I can move a picture from that folder to the desktop and see it in the low-tech pixels.
While I'm in the folders, the monitor shifts when my attention is away, and now it is a large monitor up high about the desk.
I manage to move the image, but then I remember I need to hide the shortcut and the file.


Grimdark spooky modern dystopia *waves arms spookily*

Fragment:
I'm at a townhouse-like home. It's raining outside. I recall that I was with a group and we were cooking something. I may have burned my finger by poking a pie fresh out of the oven.