The Unsavory List

A few weeks ago I had an odd dream. I had forgotten all the details until today. I was sorting papers and came across some quickly written notes. After reading the first few bullets, I had refreshed myself with this dream that has intrigued me in my waking hours.
I found myself at a setting I knew to be school—I believe it was college. We were involved in an Armageddon war of good vs. evil. I—luckily—was on the good side and was anxiously engaged in the success of goodness and virtue. I remember walking around the school reading signs and watching others as we all pretend to live normal lives. The strategy of the evil side was through media. They worked to distract people. They made music, television, movies, and entertainment cheap. With cheap media and instruments to access it, they toiled to have people constantly distracted by these items and entertainment. My dream had a feeling of noise being all around me with images and requests consistently grabbing my attention.
Both sides worked to petition people to join their side. My friend and I received a special assignment to become spies and gather information about the evil side’s recruiting efforts. We began our work and met with an evildoer who showed us a small room that had a set up that could be compared to a blood drive. At the front entrance you were given some forms to read and then you had a personal interview—it was personal in the sense that it is just you and the interviewer but not in the sense that it was private; everyone could see you talking with the interviewer. In this evil recruitment room we could see all the people reading papers and then, because it was a small room, you could overhear bits of the conversation between the evil recruiter and the potential evildoer.
As we walked in we were handed a stack of papers. I looked down at the sheet and was surprised to see my name printed at the top. The sheet looked liked something a person would print off the internet. The sheet contained my name and then a list of all the unruly things I had done in my life. They were usually short statements and were written from an observer’s point of view.
As I read through the items mentioned, I felt like the list had been compiled by people with whom I had made daily interaction (people from high school, coworkers, etc). I realized that these people would get on this website, write an anonymous statement about the wicked acts I had performed, and then link the statement to my name. The list was accurate. They were things I had remembered doing and that were regrettable to me at my current age and maturity in life. I read the several sheets and was embarrassed that others had noticed these unsavory moments of my past.
I looked around the room and examined the people that were going through the recruitment process. What astonished me was that I knew some of the people in the room. There was a person from high school, someone I had worked with, Mickey Mouse (odd, I know, but it is a dream), and other random acquaintances among the nameless—to me—people. I was disappointed that they were there and had decided to join the evil team. There was also a deep sadness. I was sad that they had felt alone and that no one had reached out to them in kindness. It was distressing that the only association for them where they felt a belonging was with evil.
My friend’s full name was called to be interviewed and I began to be nervous for him. I could hear him talking to the interviewer. I knew he would be able to defend himself and be strong, but I felt weakened and was nervous for my interview. I was still strong in my cause for goodness, but I had lost confidence in the interview I was about to be put through. My friend was still at the beginning of his interview when I woke up.