22nd
i just remembered my dream
It was a post-apocalyptic world where I manned the application line for some odd health care/life insurance type of thing. It was in an abandoned Great Central Station in NYC and there was a huge line of decrepit and depressed looking people, carefully reading over their applications and huddling for warmth. The ceiling was broken, and the chill Autumn wind was sweeping through the floors. Some barrels were on fire, providing a little warmth and casting a gloomy light.
I methodically glanced through the applications, picking out key points and stamping an “approved” sign on it or handing it back to the person with another marking on it to signify it having failed to pass. When a paper failed for the fifth time, I shredded the paper and that person would be deemed unfit to receive the benefits. One man, upon receiving his fifth dash, lunged for the worker behind the counter, his eyes out of focus and releasing a primordial and bestial yell. A shot rang out, the guard put his gun down, and the clerk resumed his work, blood splatters on his glasses.
More if I remember moere.
