I distinctly remember this one from a few months ago, mostly because it has slowly turned into a potential novel idea. (I'll try not to turn this into a full chapter length post, because that's not at all necessary.)
The whole thing started with white light, nothing else. Over time it slowly faded to show these sort of futuristic florescent ceiling lights. I couldn't remember anything, no name, no looks, and no idea what happened. All I knew was that I was in a hospital, and I was confused.
When I moved, I recognized the feeling of IVs and other assortment of tubes connected to my body. Looking back on it now, I still can't recognize have the things my brain had connected to me in there, and I've been in a hospital enough to recognize these types of things.
From here, I actually looked around and found just a long room full of privacy curtains and filled beds. All I could hear was just the a constant, quiet beep. No pauses. I also noticed that everything had this sort of static underlay to it. I even found my own monitor.
It also displayed the same thing as every other in the room. Flatline.
So, I'm confused and now scared as well.
Which is of course the perfect time for a voice to speak to me from within. It didn't sound anything like when some talks to you from across the room, or even across the table, but instead from within an ear piece.
I also knew quite acutely that I didn't have any sort of ear pieces in. I was in a hospital gown after all, since when did patients get those?
The voice is distinctly female, and she starts calling me by name. My head starts hurting, my eyes feel strained, and I'm beginning to remember key details like name, age, occupation. I also distinctly remember dying.
So, I'm remembering this, and the voice in my head is telling me about who I was, and tells me that I'd been dead for ~45 years.
I end up asking far too many questions, not all of them completely logical. It would take far too long to record them all, so here's the summary of the answers.
Apparently, a few years before my passing, big business companies started preserving bodies as they experimented with bio-mechanical augmentation. Over time, they had learned how to accurately mimic certain organ functions in machines that were smaller than the organs they were supposed to mimic. These companies eventually managed to connect these machines to a partially augmented (and dead) human brain, finding that they were capable of a form of resurrection.
Because of these smaller machines, these bodies were capable of holding more machinery that could augment specific abilities. Imagine being a living battery, because your lungs don't take up over 40% of you torso's volume. Stuff like that. Some bones would be removed, eventually replacing a limb with something fully mechanical instead that'd be connected neurologically. I don't claim to understand neurological studies or if anything in this dream is even remotely possible.
With these technological advancements, business specifically designed for human augmentation sprung up and made enough money that they became almost untouchable. To cut their "generous" funding and aid would spell disaster for a government.
Over time, more companies would rise up to equal power and would do just about the same. Now, they were reviving dead individuals who possessed skill-sets that'd work exceptionally well in a... morally grey area of work: mercenary/hired gun work.
How does riot/peace keeping personnel fit within mercenary work? I dunno, honestly.
Anyways, I find out I'm supposed to be a part of a company's mercenary army/staff, and that an underground faction of people have hacked into the hospital's database in order to get as many people in my... situation, out as possible.
All of the answers I received come while being carefully guided out of the hospital, even coming across an abandoned security guard's outfit (I'm still horribly confused about this and will probably omit this small piece from any piece of literature I possibly write in regards to this).
This female voice eventually leads me out of the hospital, where the world looks nothing like what I'd expect. Regular cars drive on the street, however small carrier VTOL's move around overhead. All of the buildings seem to just rise infinitely, and I'm noticing that everything seems to be housed withing much larger buildings. It's like one of those russian matryoshka dolls. Only instead of one building inside of another, it's like 100's of buildings inside one.
The final thing she tells me is that I have two options, I can either move into the crowd and gain a new identity, forever trying to assimilate into a new and foreign society, or I can head for the car down the block where on of their operatives were waiting.
She then says she looks forward to working with me and cuts out, and that's where the dream ended.
I woke up confused, terrified, and incredibly inspired to record everything I just witnessed.
Hope you all enjoyed that little jump down the rabbit hole.