I dreamed that I was part of a Dystopian future where man is more Cybernetic than human. Infants were implanted with machines from birth in order to control their activities and thoughts, and it was impossible to live life independently.
In this world, I was a female who had somehow broken free of the control and had a child whom I had kept pure and outside of the system. I would network with other conspirators to keep my child safe and locked away from society. Consciousness was very patchy, there would be long stretches of time where I couldn’t remember anything, and I would often “come to” with no idea where I was or what I was doing.
Eventually it was revealed that the entire world I was participating in was a computer simulation generated by some type of headgear, and as the simulation ended I took the headgear off. I remembered that I had entered the simulation willingly, and that it was some form of educational software to show people alternate paths for humanity.
The large computer connected to the headgear had a box where you could leave a hand-written review of the experience, so the designers could take suggestions and make changes. I was impressed with the simulation in every aspect, so I tried to leave a glowing review, but my handwriting was very sloppy and I couldn’t spell words. I gave it up.
Eventually small “reality dysfunctions” started to appear and I began to wonder if I was still in a simulation. A particular one that I remember was the disappearance of the zipper tab on my coat (my current coat is missing one). I would ask my friends to look down and see if they had their zipper tabs, even though I could clearly see them. When they looked at them, however, they would disappear. I took this as proof that I was in a simulation.
About this time the simulation changed, and I was on the run for killing several people. Busloads of tourists were being driven in to witness my capture; I could see them gathering around me. For some reason I knew that a certain girl from my childhood was behind it all, and if only somebody in the “real world” could find the simulation box, they could put an end to it.
I found an intercom in a large building and announced this to the world. Suddenly a loud, buzzing klaxon started to go off, and I realized this was a warning to the controllers of the simulation that somebody was on to their game. Then I woke up.