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Had a crazy one this morning, I was in Brazil with some friends and we were at a train station, it was like the overground. I was horsing around and slid down a hand rail when a police officer grabbed me, said something in Portuguese and shoved me to the end of the platform where a few other people that had the same thing happen to them. I asked my friends if they could ask the guard what the problem was and he said any-one who was arrested would be executed in an unspecified way. He then handed out goggles that were secured with super glue, I asked the person next to me what they were for and they said it was so our eyes were left unharmed for later identification. Some people were given masks to serve the same purpose but for their dental records.
By this point there were a lot of people who had been "arrested", mostly tourists like us who didn't know what they had done but it was obvious the smallest thing would land you on death row.
The guy next to me suddenly whispered "I think something's going down, the train times have changed". Soon after, a train rocked up and we were all bundled in to it but the guards didn't get on, but they were preparing to, just making final checks on the platform. Suddenly the driver shut the doors and pulled out of the station really quickly, by now it was clear this was some sort of rebel extraction mission. The guards on the platform fired a few shots at the train but we made it out.
Further down the line, we all abandoned the train and were all ushered in to people's houses that were aware of the escape and were safe but in a new town.
The next day, we had to just disperse and look like tourists again in the new town. The police there knew what had happened but had no way of telling the escapees from regular tourists so they were just being extra jumpy. I saw them stop this chap who looked Norwegian, entering a cafe and they were inspecting all his belongings. One of the police must have found something because he suddenly started shouting. The Norwegian guy was a lot less passive than I had been and put a garden trowel through the policemans jaw from underneath and made a run for it. I went after him and gestured for him to follow me. We got away from the main street and I got him to one of the safe houses.
Then I woke up.