Those words of 1984 rolled off my tongue as opened my eyes to two concerned silhouettes staring down at me. One of the girls asked,”Hey, are you ok because we just woke up to you screaming.” With my heart still beating fast and sweat dripping I barely mustered, “Yes, it was just this dream I had which transported me into the vivid nightmare of the book 1984. It all started with me sitting in the corner of the small room listening to the nonsense from the telescreen. Unexpectedly the telescreen screeched to life and a deep voice rang through the apartment. It commanded,”Comrade 37890 get in front for morning stretches now.” Automatically I followed the mechanical voice and started the exercise. One stretch after another followed but
