In it, within a few months of Trump taking office, there was a huge terrorist attack -- a nuclear device detonated in San Francisco. And not just a "suitcase nuke," either, but a full-fledged multi-megaton bomb. ISIS, presumably, but...it's a pretty-ill-kept secret that major U.S. cities have sensors along the major routes to detect the presence of the radiation that would be generated by a full-fledged H-bomb. Somehow, one of the sensors must have "malfunctioned"...I guess.
Anyway, of course, Trump immediately declared a state of emergency invoking martial law, with the majority of Americans, in shock, willing to trust him to provide them safety. National borders were closed, ostensibly to prevent the terrorists from escaping before they could be brought to justice but, of course, also making sure no citizens wishing to flee could do so. Television broadcasts were taken off the air, with all news being provided by an official government channel, "for the time being." Similarly, a "walled garden" Internet was instituted, so that most social media networks where people could speak their minds were replaced by government-approved facsimiles.
Needless to say, all Muslims, citizens or not, were rounded up and sent to interment camps located at decommissioned military bases and, in a twist of irony, some WWII internment sites.
Then, what would eventually become known as the "nights of darkness" began, with security forces descending on neighborhoods, pulling selected families out of their homes, and taking them away to...? No one ever found out. Apparently, the new "temporary" government had made it its strategy, rather than arresting well-known opposition leaders or celebrities, to take out random members of the rank-and-file, as judged by easily-obtained information like political contribution records and posting materials critical of President Trump on the old, now-shut-down networks like Facebook and Twitter. Instead of taking away famous people whose disappearance would spark mass dissent, the strategy was to "disappear" innocuous, "ordinary" people...but just enough of them that their neighbors would notice and keep compliant, in the fear that what happened to Bob and Laura down the street might easily happen to them, too, if they weren't careful.
In the dream, the knock in the dead-of-night finally came at our door. In the last moments, my wife and I were standing in our driveway in the darkness, waiting to be loaded into the van to take us off to wherever the firing-squad and mass grave designated for us were located. The last act permitted, in "kindness" to us, was to say goodbye to our much-loved cat and let him out of the house so he could run free, and hopefully find someone else in the neighborhood to take him in.
Then I woke up.
But the nightmare (vision?) never really ended. And, every day, I see more and more signs that we're drawing closer to the time when it becomes a reality.
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