Dreams.

Actually, I've been dreaming about it for a long time, but it finally happened. It was an interesting spy thriller. An alternate world where order is maintained by "angels." And I put "angels" in quotes because it has nothing to do with biblical themes; they just call themselves that. It's some kind of powerful organization, like the Party in 1984, that has established an extremely totalitarian regime around the world, and only "their own" are considered full-fledged people, while the rest are just... that. In my family, I'm the older brother, but I was born with Down syndrome. My middle brother recently became an "angel," and our youngest brother was recruited by the resistance. And somehow, he managed to find a cure for me through his connections (which, in theory, should only be available to "angels"), and I was cured and became a fully functional person, and I joined the resistance. But, of course, I'm hiding the fact that my condition has changed. And so, there's a conversation with my middle brother, who doesn't suspect anything in particular, but, out of pure KGB habit, he puts quite a bit of pressure on me and my younger brother during the conversation. I'm intensely pretending to be mentally challenged, my speech is slurred, my facial expressions are terrible, I'm tilting my head (and after so many years of practice, I'm quite good at it), and there's also this trick – I regularly mimic others like a monkey, repeating their words as if I don't understand them. And then the "angel" says some words in English, and I mechanically repeat them – and I realize that I'm caught. Because I shouldn't have known those words, but I repeated them, albeit with grimaces, but with a clear understanding of the nuances of the speech. My middle brother's eyes widen, he looks at me intently, and I continue to play my role... until he backs off. But not for long. We get into a minivan: me, my younger brother, and our parents (who don't know anything). I somehow awkwardly sit in the back seat, as I'm used to, lying down and hunched over. I try to fall asleep. My middle brother stands outside and watches intently, and I can feel it even with my eyes closed. And then, somehow, I get tired of all this, so tired... As I was, hunched over and ugly, I started a pompous speech. A real Pompous Speech, about freedom, about how one cannot live in fear, et cetera, et cetera... My middle brother enters with a malicious grin and lifts me up with great force, grabbing me by the back of my neck and my legs; "angels" certainly have strength to spare. But our parents, simple and kind people, already understood what was happening, and they made their choice. The minivan doors slam shut, and a scuffle begins. My younger brother somehow quickly got out, my mother couldn't do much, and my father was pinned against the steering wheel by the "angel," who started choking him, while threatening the others that he would kill him. With some terrible effort, I hit my middle brother so hard that he let go of my father, and I pinned our "patriot" down with my legs as best I could, and started hitting him with my hands... Well, that's how it all ended. I hope that in the second part, we started a revolution, as it should be, and created a just society.