Dreamt that Robocop had just been created. The company was having a celebration party. People were leaning over him and discussing his specs.

He realized that not only was he a tool for good, but he could be controlled for evil. People in attendance of the party started fighting over what they would use Robocop for. He didn’t like this.

Robocop opened a fissure in the ground, similar to that of what an earthquake would cause. He said people could die if they wanted to because he didn’t want to be their sword, their tool.

Then I followed a trail of parts into a hallway. Robocop was dismantling himself because he didn’t want to live in a world like this. No one noticed.

Robocop was committing suicide.

Black and white photo of painting of city lights on wall. Location: Allen Park, Michigan, USA

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Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 July 2021 04:30

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