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Of Epic Dreams...
Dec. 11th, 2010 09:11 pmI had one of my epic dreams this morning. One of those huge, sprawling, full technicolor in the type of scale used in Gone with the Wind and Ben Hur. And in true epic dream fashion it's lingering and I still remember most of it. Here is a twisted window into my subconscious.
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It's the end days, after some sort of post-apocalyptic attack (possible caused by aliens or advanced human tech).
There are small groups of humans all over the earth. Me and my son are in one group traveling across the country. We set up in an abandoned building, occasionally communicating with other survivors via cellphones. I guess either satellites or cell towers are partially operational.
A small group of us head out for supplies, my son stays behind with the main group. We head into an abandoned grocery store when we are attacked. We didn't fight back, just tried to get what we could so we could escape. We're throwing supplies pulled out of those low open meat cases into a grocery cart but we didn't have much. A light is blinking somewhere and a timer is counting down. While all of this is going on we are talking about how we need to find a safer sanctuary, more defensible. People suggest these remote places, large houses built out of stone or in mountains. We barely get out before the building explodes.
After that we head to a town, the other half of our group is missing including my son. The town is built on low cliffs by a large body of water. As we walk through it we can see these large waterfalls cutting down the cliffs and between the buildings, completely frozen.
We go into a large building after walking through the town with the frozen waterfalls. My mother is in there and it must have been our home because we are going through it looking for personal effects. I remember picking up combs and they crumble and the teeth fall off in my hands. Then we head upstairs where there are lots of rooms. I pick up some books, saying we should have something to read. Some one says it's a waste because we have to carry everything ourselves in backpacks, extra weight.
Finally we head farther into the building and upstairs. We find a woman and a group of children she is taking care of. My son is in that group.
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Then I woke up.
I don't know if I should get a dream analysis or start stocking up on toilet paper and bottled water.
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It's the end days, after some sort of post-apocalyptic attack (possible caused by aliens or advanced human tech).
There are small groups of humans all over the earth. Me and my son are in one group traveling across the country. We set up in an abandoned building, occasionally communicating with other survivors via cellphones. I guess either satellites or cell towers are partially operational.
A small group of us head out for supplies, my son stays behind with the main group. We head into an abandoned grocery store when we are attacked. We didn't fight back, just tried to get what we could so we could escape. We're throwing supplies pulled out of those low open meat cases into a grocery cart but we didn't have much. A light is blinking somewhere and a timer is counting down. While all of this is going on we are talking about how we need to find a safer sanctuary, more defensible. People suggest these remote places, large houses built out of stone or in mountains. We barely get out before the building explodes.
After that we head to a town, the other half of our group is missing including my son. The town is built on low cliffs by a large body of water. As we walk through it we can see these large waterfalls cutting down the cliffs and between the buildings, completely frozen.
We go into a large building after walking through the town with the frozen waterfalls. My mother is in there and it must have been our home because we are going through it looking for personal effects. I remember picking up combs and they crumble and the teeth fall off in my hands. Then we head upstairs where there are lots of rooms. I pick up some books, saying we should have something to read. Some one says it's a waste because we have to carry everything ourselves in backpacks, extra weight.
Finally we head farther into the building and upstairs. We find a woman and a group of children she is taking care of. My son is in that group.
...
Then I woke up.
I don't know if I should get a dream analysis or start stocking up on toilet paper and bottled water.
