The bus brakes suddenly. A moment later, there is a shockwave, people turn, and screams come from behind us. I run toward the screams and meet my colleagues there.
Later, I see people in poverty, enslaved on an alien spacecraft. They tell me their stories of being tricked.
I start the dream again and try to save them.
This time, when the bus brakes, I'm already watching carefully. This time, when people scream, I run the other way.
The explosion, causing the screams, was a diversion. I see a big car speeding across the grass and I jump in front of it, thinking that it would be good if I had a gun. The car doesn't stop (the windows are blacked out and I can't see anyone inside), but fortunately a car full of civilians rams it from the side, saving me.
"Get in!" they scream.
I jump in.
I end up hearing similar tales of woe as before. "The aliens are coming." "They are enslaving us." "They don't care about human life."
All the while, my mind is working on how to save everyone.
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