I dreamt I was being pursued by an agency of a "big brother" government. I was running through the ruins of a modern city. These ruins seemed to be the result of a war, or at least military action, with rebar and concrete strewn about in piles of rubble. Helicopters were scanning for me in the night sky, while I hid behind large columns or ducked into gaps in the debris. Unfortunately, the organization chasing me eventually caught me and took me to an examination room where they calmly told me that everything was okay. They explained that all they were going to do was give me an injection which would dissolve my current, delusional, personality and replace it with the truth. I had no idea what they were talking about with such nonsense, and resisted with all my strength, physically as well as mentally. They told me I would understand once I had had the injection, and that it would all be just fine. They said that what I thought was real wasn't real, and I would be better once they cured me of these delusions of self.

I argued, of course, that it didn't matter if they replaced my personality and identity with someone better, it still wouldn't be me. There was no convincing them. Calmly, politely even, I was injected with whatever strange chemicals were in that syringe. An odd feeling came over me and I suddenly found myself awake in my own bed, with the disturbing realization that they were right, after all. The me they had injected was a delusion, a dream character, and the struggle was a figment of my own imagination. It had only been a dream.