Dream About Dictatorship And Fighting For Survival

I dreamt that the terrible american president had taken over here in Australia in a dictatorship, and people like me (opposed to his views) were fighting for survival. Suddenly eveything was being taken from us, and we had to go to extreme lengths to prove ourselves (identity, property ownership etc) and work hard to take many deceptive (and now illegal) steps make ourselves safe, to secure our lives. There were a lot of unsafe situations that I can't remember now, and I had to navigate around a lot. It was all very stressful. Local authorities were changing too, to come in line with the dictatorship, so it was hard to know who to trust. There were news cameras roaming the streets, filming us as evidence for compliance, and passive resistors like me were trying hard to avoid them and having our image captured. The only part I remember in detail was having to travel into the capital city - no longer an easy task with an overhauled system that didn't work and checkpoints all along the way - to obtain a fully official copy of the property deed to something big I owned. It was going to cost well over a thousand dollars to get it from the city office, but, as in real life I'm the sort of person to overdo a task rather than run the risk of an effort not being good enough - "give the maximum effort to make myself the safest" has been my unconscious motto - in the dream I decided to go there anyway. I had to catch trains which wouldn't line up and had a tricky ticketing system now (nothing was simple under the new regime) and I was carrying some sort of precious cargo that I had to hide from the CCTV security systems that were absolutely everywhere now. I had to stop at a local neighbourhood shopping and offices centre first for something. It took too long and I realised there was no time to get into the city. I was outside a local post office/real estate office, and just decided to go in there and get the cheaper, local version of the deed instead, which wasn't as "official" as the one I had aimed to get - in the way a birth extract is "less official" than a full, stamped copy of your birth certificate. It was hundreds of dollars less, and I decided it would do. I realised that I could do the easier version of the task and not expend so much of myself to please those who only meant me harm. Especially as they would arbitrarily decided for themselves if anything I did was good enough, there was no guarantee of safety anymore from authorities. Flying under the radar was the only way to be safe. I began to relax and felt great relief. I would now make it home to safety very soon, instead of battling my way to the city through this new nightmare. I also felt a great relief at the inner alignment between being a rebel and resistor all my life and the new choice to not work so hard to please authority figures. It felt like I had decided who I was and there would be no further conflict within.