Dream of a glorious town

Last night’s dreams were inspired by the game of Red November I played with Suri, Brent, and T-Dawg. We were living in an amalgam of Burlington and Natchitoches. Everything was sunny, bright, and clean. I soon found out that living in such a clean, well-maintained city came at a price: a large underclass responsible for maintaining everything. Anyone who’d ever been arrested, every juvenile getting detention, everyone doing community service had to clean, fix, and maintain the machines in town. At any given social gathering, or just walking down Front Street or Church Street, people around us were distracted, scanning their environment for things to fix. The entire justice system and most civil service was based on appliance repair.


3 thoughts on “Dream of a glorious town

  1. Kaye-Kaye says:

    Creepy, but efficient. What happens when there’s no more “crime?” Theoretically, of course. This is vaguely reminiscent of Demolition Man. Were you Dennis Leary?

  2. Tyler says:

    But where were the grog-sodden gnomes? Where were they?

  3. litlfrog says:

    My subconscious mind transformed the grog-sodden gnomes into hippies, juvenile delinquents, and scene kids.

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