There was a fair bit of preamble that had the typical things warping into other things, impossible structures, and disjointed storytelling that I only have fragments of.

I was sitting in an interior room, well lit but very narrow. I wasn’t on a chair but perched up on a built in desk like shelf. Besides myself there was a small box of items. Two men were in the room with me. One was negotiating with someone on the phone and the other was holding a gun on me. The armed man I recognized, I’ll call him Kevin. In the dream we had been together, and he was loosely based on an old coworker (not someone I ever dated or hooked up with). Over the course of the phone call it became extremely clear that I was not surviving this. They had caught my boyfriend (here played by not my actual partner but Dan Stevens as his Legion character) and whatever he had done was bad enough that it was going to take more than one body to settle. They had me look in the box and there was a photo of him so emaciated he could have been a naked mummy, arms toothpick thin, even his skull sinking. I think I was supposed to confirm with whoever was on the phone that I was with him, and maybe I did. I wasn’t trying to run or fight or disobey.

The call ended and the man who was on the phone left me and Kevin alone. He closed the gap between us, still holding the gun. “So that’s what all this was?” I asked. “You were just trying to get close to me to get to him?” “It was supposed to be. But then you said you loved me.” He put the gun down and he kissed me, and in an instant we were both naked and I was on top of him, cradling his head while I rode his cock and promising him that I did, that I only wanted him to be okay, that whatever mess he had gotten himself into here I wanted him to be safe and do good and keep living. It wasn’t lusty or romantic love, it was that universal love for humanity. Pure agape, as loud as your most desperate teenage crush and just as feral and genuine, no undercurrents or ulterior motives. The milk of human kindness flowing out in a torrent, and of course he was worthy of it, because he was human, because he opened himself up to it, because everyone is worthy of love like this. I got off and started sucking his dick and felt him cum til he kicked me away, too sensitive to control his thrashing.

We looked through a box of my jewelry as I got dressed. I wanted to pick out something easy to identify for my family. I gave him one necklace to keep. He felt bad about it, insisted he would pawn it for scrap, but he hung it up near his bed instead. Then I was alone.

The camera meandered through the facility. It was deep underground. The stairway was blocked off with some phony construction notice. My husband briefly appeared as a narrator, saying this is how he would do things, when you needed a part of the building to be impossible to escape. Slowly the POV returned to where I was standing, where there was a gap in the doorway to the hall. I found pin on the ground that looked like it was supposed to secure the door and started playing with the mechanism. A man came in, not either of the ones who had been there earlier, and made a big show of fixing it while actually burying the pin and walking off. He was trying to let me out. I went into the hallway but found myself drawn back in. I’d already resigned myself to my fate. I didn’t know how to get out of here even if I did escape my cell. Looking back, there was now a mob of people stomping something on the floor, and a woman screaming. I went back somehow unnoticed and though I couldn’t see to the middle of the mob the voices made it clear what was happening. A man’s voice from the bottom was encouraging them, the woman’s screams were nonverbal. They were being punished for my escape. Nobody wanted me there. Nobody wanted me to die for my idiot boyfriend. And this was the only way they could see to make it happen.

I would like to turn this brain in for a replacement thank you.