I had a dream. It was vivid. It was unsettling. It was heavily based on the format of Fallout 3, oddly enough (though not that oddly, if you know me well enough).
I was in a house. Well, a house of sorts. It was like a community bundled into one building too small to hold it all. It was under the stewardship of a tyrannical dictator.
One part of it involved a friend of mine desperately begging me for money to save them from an abusive relationship. I woke up thereafter, but the image of them with profound sadness and desperation etched across their face has been burned into my mind's eye ever since.
I can't think of it without developing a horrible, sinking feeling in my stomach.
But it's only a dream.