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I had an awful dream last night that anarchy happened in America.
In Massachusetts.
In Stoughton.
It wasn't the Sex Pistols kind of anarchy, though, it was...controlled anarchy? For lack of a better term? There was someone--a man, standing on a box in the middle of my street, shouting at a group of people. The crowd, after hearing the speech, then proceeded to break into houses and cars. They were...insane. Wild. Frothing at the mouth, literally. I was in my mother's Neon, hiding on the floor near the pedals. I had my cell phone out and I was scrolling though my contacts, trying to find someone to HELP. I had called 911 earlier, while the man was giving his "speech" and that didn't do shit...cops were IN on the hysteria.
Someone began to break the windshield. I could hear the glass cracking, and I was rifling through my purse for the knife I keep for defense.
And then I woke up.
It was frightening.
In Massachusetts.
In Stoughton.
It wasn't the Sex Pistols kind of anarchy, though, it was...controlled anarchy? For lack of a better term? There was someone--a man, standing on a box in the middle of my street, shouting at a group of people. The crowd, after hearing the speech, then proceeded to break into houses and cars. They were...insane. Wild. Frothing at the mouth, literally. I was in my mother's Neon, hiding on the floor near the pedals. I had my cell phone out and I was scrolling though my contacts, trying to find someone to HELP. I had called 911 earlier, while the man was giving his "speech" and that didn't do shit...cops were IN on the hysteria.
Someone began to break the windshield. I could hear the glass cracking, and I was rifling through my purse for the knife I keep for defense.
And then I woke up.
It was frightening.