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I watched some columns of glistening pearly colored white fog descend at the end of my street. It began rapidly spreading and propagating through the whole neighborhood. I walked out to the street to examine this anomaly along with several other people. The moment this fog touched my arm and leg, I experienced painful stinging and partial paralysis in those areas. Soon, the fog covered us entirely, leaving us in excruciation and slow motion, like being underwater. I later encountered a furry little intelligent looking creature in my room. It was all red and blue, about 30 centimeters tall, and looked like a cross between a Scottish terrier and a moblin from the original "Legend of Zelda." It merely stood there, but I was fully omniscient [or possibly telepathically informed] that this creature was the ambassador to an entire race of its kind, and that they were directly responsible for this fog. It is designed to enslave humans so we may do their bidding. Later, still in the painful shackle of the fog, I was walking outside with other enslaved people. It was actually sunny again outside, but it was clear that the fog remained inside of us all. I mourned for several of my friends who had worked so hard in college, such as Meghan and Lisa, only to be a slave forever now. I felt the emotional weight of the idea that humans will never beat this, and I began mentally preparing myself for a life of forced manual labor. Of course suicide occurred to me, but I also wondered if this was all merely a dream. I even entertained the possibility that I could wake myself up, so I started pinching my arm and slapping my face. However, the fog was preventing me from moving remotely fast enough to even hurt or kill myself. In restricting motion and suicide, these creatures had cleverly prevented us from any form of mutiny, [or rather my brain rendered a condition that made it impossible for me to lucidly escape my dream]. So I finally accepted the demise of humanity in futile state of apathy.