Type: Normal Dream

Here's another lovely end of the world dream. Am I sensing something? Perhaps- the end of the world? Probably not. Here goes:

So it's not quite the end of the world yet. I am at my friends house, but my friend isn't there. Here mom, which is also different is some important police/general person for the government. She knows that the world is about to be under attack. For some reason I think it was nuclear warfare, but you will find that out later.

I am in a room and my friends mom, named G for ease, is trying to revive someone. It's not my friend, but someone else. She tries several things and starts to get worried. She looks at me with sad eyes and says "It's my last hope" and she kisses, motherly, the child. It still doesn't work and she gives up, because the end is coming soon.

This whole part of the dream is filled with sadness and impending doom. G hand's me a grenade and takes one herself. I feel as if I am a young inexpierenced soldier and I really have no idea what to do. She yells something and I pull the pin and throw the grenade to one of the corners of the room, as she had done. She then tells me to run for cover.

*Note this is a recurring dream and the first time the beginning sequence with the child and the place to where I run were different. This time, I run to a much safer place*

I run into another bedroom of the house and into a closet as far away as I can get. The room appears to be my friends younger sister's room, but when I see a mental image of the supposed younger sister it is a boy. For some reason, thinking mentally of him allows him to come to where we are (I saw him mentally as being in their kitchen and he magically showed up in the bedroom).

The grenades go off, we realize, because there is a loud noise (implied. I never really heard any sounds i the dream) and the walls fall over or shake. We run outside to a little wooden shed and hide inside there.

We look around for anyone else and we see a man, with a large head. He appears to be mutated from the radiation (of the bombs aforementioned) and he is covered with soot. He appears to be looking for something, or someone. One of us accidentally makes a small noise. He hears it and starts walking in our direction(Just like in a movie with the monster and the people hiding. All the little noises he goes towards, but otherwise he can't find us.). He walks right past us and someone moves to look closer and he hears them. All of a sudden he turns around very quickly and flashes on up to the window. He pokes his head in and we are all truly scared for our lives. He is definitely no longer human.

There is a big skip and all I know is that G and my friends younger sister(brother) aren't with me. The dream had started at beginning of the end of the world. Now it is many years later. I am living on a hillside of grassy plains and there are about a hundred other people with us. They are all wearing tattered clothes and we all closely resemble cavemen. We are what's left of society.

Along with all the people there is a few trees. We are living in one of the few hospitable areas remaining. The only reason we are still living is because there are several farm animals (pig, cow, chicken) grazing around as well. At this point I figure we are far in the future and due to societies increasing reliance on machines, most if not all of us couldn't even begin to "catch" a cow, chicken or pig if we had wanted to.

There is a memorable scene where someone managed to take an egg from a chicken and instead of promply eating the egg, he decides to lure more chickens with that egg. Of course, technology has dumbed him down, and he doesn't even know about the egg or how he could use it effectively. He throws it on the ground near a chicken and the chicken barely cares. His plan is ruined- and so is his egg. Not admitting failure he lunges for his egg, but everyone else had been watching him, eager to steal his earnings, and they all run him over for the egg. He is killed, no one gets enough of the splatted egg to fill themselves, and no chickens were lured.

I realize by now that I have two people that follow me around. A very large guy, and a tall skinny guy. We try several times to get some food but to no avail. Eventually we accept that it's hopeless and we just give in to the childish game of rolling down the hill (Also note that at this point we have skipped ahead slightly and there are very few people left (15ish) and the rest obviously died of hunger.).

As we roll down the hill we pick up so much momentum that the animals don't have time to move. Unfortunately, they are not killed, but instead, changed in such a way that makes each of them become a different species of chicken. Now instead of 6 normal chickens we has 6 different chickens. This didn't give food to anyone but made the chickens more rare, and for some reason everyone was happy with us.

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 0 / 5

Tags: chicken, death, friend, grenades, hiding, hill, house, hunger, nuclear