What Would YOU Bury?

Get ready for another one of my crazy dreams! Last night, my sleepy self landed right in the middle of a Dystopian and if I ever feel the need to write a dystopian novel, it might be semi-related to this.

So...things were normal until I realized I was in a dystopian novel come to life and the government had decided to make everyone completely alike. That meant taking away our individual identities and our stuff. They were slowly erasing everyone's pictures on facebook--we could keep our profiles, but not anything that made us distinct (because this makes sense). They were also taking away all of our things.

I was not happy about this and being kind of a pain to the local government aid who came to assist me in erasing my facebook pics. Having pissed him off, he took me to a dining hall where I was not allowed to sit with my family but another family I didn't know--possiby so I couldn't plan a rebellion? Anyway, I noticed that they'd also started dying people's hair so we all had the same color.

Also in my dystopian novel dream, there was no veganism. So my government aid upon hearing I was hungry offered me doritos which I would NOT eat and he would not bring me plain potato chips without cheese.

I lost my clothes--my original clothes that is.

And so after a very disheartening dinner with no plain chips and not my clothes and no more facebook, I drove home. I knew other government aids were making the rounds to people's homes to remove all of their personal items, but I didn't think they'd gone to my street yet.

Well, as I was driving down the block before mine, I suddenly had an impossible time behind the wheel because there were boxes and bags FILLING the road. I quickly realized that these were people's personal items that the government discarded. I started driving faster but then stopped as I drove over a box that held my old prom dresses.

They'd gotten to my house.

I located my high school diploma, negatives of my baby pictures and one other item that's escaping my memory now. I knew the only way to hold onto these things--proof I existed I suppose and was my own person--was to bury them somewhere the government aids would not find. So with my few items in hand I drove home cursing at another aid walking down the street and plotting where I would bury my personal items to keep them safe until the dystopianness of my world was done.

As soon as I woke up, all I could think about was which items would I try to save and bury?

So tell me, if you could only hold onto a few key pieces of yourself and bury them in a small box, what would you pick? What would you bury?