I’ve never actually watched a full episode, but that doesn’t stop my subconscious from imagining what it’s like. Been a couple of days since this dream, so my recollection’s deteriorated substantially: it was night-time, and like the scene in Quatermass and The Pit, it wasn’t safe to be different. One of my companions was prepared: he produced a fake arm cast and hid from a mob with similar handicaps, who noticed my lack thereof and pursued me (as best they could, I presume). I escaped them into another dangerous zone of African-Americans. They backed me into a corner—but what luck! It was a senior’s home, where my graying hair allowed me to fit in… well, occasionally there’s little need for interpretation.
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