I had one set in some futuristic blade-runner dystopia in which I was traveling with a dangerous ex-special-ops vigilante fugitive because he was the only person in the world who wasn't a complete cock. We tried to board some kind of neon-lit aircraft with fake identification (I had none on account of being from the twenty-first century for some reason) to parts unknown, which he assured me would be fine. However they immediately knew, and after letting me through as though everything was normal, a shoot-on-sight kill order was put out on me across the entire world's law enforcement. This is not a situation that I take to very naturally but, due to a fortunate twist of that peculiar dream-logic these things obey, the fugitive and I were suddenly the same person and I went on the run quite expertly. And not without what appeared to be super-human abilities. I was swimming into the open ocean ahead of hunter-killer helicopters by the time even dream-logic was not sufficient to keep me from calling shenanigans and waking up.
That dream, at least, was exciting. But it was one of those that leaves you exhausted in the morning.
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