[ IP ] Dream of Freedom .

Suddenly I awoke. There were birds chirping outside. I even heard people cutting the grass. It was strange I have n't heard those sounds since I was bit a kid. 
 
 In my early 20 the Schnitzel party formed. They quickly gained fame in politics and now control most of our country. They began by speaking out to the middle man. But suddenly one night they held coup d'etat and set their fascists ideals forward. Strict curfews, match making, job positioning, they did it all. There was not a damn thing we could do about it either. 
 
 I looked at the clock it was only 6 am. Why are people out cutting grass? That's not done until 7. The birds should be gone. The Schnitz does not allow any form of rodent. Especially those flying rats. 
 
 I got dressed in my green work assigned jumpsuit and stepped outside. There were people everywhere on my street. Some were talking amongst each other, some were walking their dogs. Generally everyone was happy. It's been so long since I've seen smiles like this. Most noticeably were their clothes. Many were wearing denim jeans and loose fitting shirts. It appeared as anarchy. Why were n't they wearing their work jumpsuits or at least the government approved off duty clothes. 
 
 I just continued on. I would be late if I stopped to find out what was happening. There was no time for communication, work was the only satisfaction I needed. So onward to the mill. 
 
 I approacrhed the dull building. I knew it well. The creamy beige represented an actively controlled building. The team of snipers on the roof train their sights on you the moment you turn down the street. The guards on each corner stare menacingly as in you are next. And if you forget your badge you might as well as walk your self to prison. 
 
 When I turned the corner the red dot did not appear on my chest. Normally right where my heart would be. I eyes the roof there was nothing up there. The guards on the street were missing too. 
 
 The door to the bland building was unlocked. As I walked in I could hear a party in the back. I stepped in to quite a sight. There were empty bottles of alcohol everywhere. People were dancing. My supervisor stepped up to me. His work suit had it's arms torn off and all the logos and patches were torn off. He informed me that the Schnitzels had disappeared over night. We were free again. He told me to go home put on my best clothes. I had the day off. 
 
 Suddenly I awoke. I could here the shrill of the curfew sirens. Gun shots were ringing across the city. Distant screams could be heard. I looked at the clock. It was only 2 am. How could I listen to this for another night? 

