well, that sure was a dream about police brutality

so i live in this rickety wooden complex, planks barely held together by nails, and i'm just chilling on my bed about three floors up when suddenly i smell smoke

i don't know what's going on outside, but my third person POV does, showing me a mixture of police and military setting the complex on fire, some frightened neighbors trying to evacuate but getting shot at

i freeze up in my room and continue staying there until the fire gets to my room, and i can't escape, there's just no way --

until i look out the window and there's one wooden pole just sort of standing up and without thinking i jump out and somehow balance myself with one foot on the pole, albeit precariously. i see all the military people outside, running around inside and yelling, but they haven't seen me.

for just a moment, balancing on this pole, i think, i could end it here, right now, if i jumped, if i broke my legs ---

fuck that train of thought. i jump off onto a higher floor that isn't burning yet and i keep climbing until i reach the very top, a large cardboard box, created as a makeshift hideout - and a few stragglers are inside, so i join them

we really honestly don't know what we'll do once the fire reaches this height

but then we're in a truck, rescued by people who knew about the arson, but i'm still fearful, because they're in uniforms, in different colors, but still uniforms