(or "upon the 3rd night of dreaming")
We were in the future, you and I, on the lamb from the law when the car we were driving turned clear, to reveal us inside.
We'd been pulled over by a woman police officer and our quickly improvised lies had allowed us only a brief respite.
Shortly after pulling away from her the car stopped and turned invisible.
We scrambled out and down a grassy hillside below but were composed with the knowledge we hadn't done anything wrong.
Things had changed in the future, become less human, and we couldn't help but resist.