This is a catch-up post from last week when I decided to jump on this dream-blog train but was still too lazy to spend the 5 minutes setting up a blog.
I dreamt that somehow all technology that was "on the grid" was failing. I've seen Mad Max, read The Road, and played tons of Fallout, so I knew it was only a matter of time before roving bands of thugs started raping and pillaging (and raping) us normal folk, so I decided to head for the hills and hole up somewhere to stave off the raping/being eaten for as long as possible.
I hiked out across a hilly plain when above me a 747 sharply lost altitude and crashed into a hillside in front of me, the top half of the fuselage exploding from the rest of the plane, leaving a flaming hole in the wreckage. I ran toward the downed plane to check for survivors.
As I neared the tail of the plane, a G5 flew overhead and circled around, hovering in the air above the 747, when all of a sudden it changed shape and began flapping its wings like a dragon, flying in place. The nose of the G5 bent down and, reminding me of Eva-01, opened a large, toothy maw and began to disgorge a black, viscous substance onto the flames. The fire began to abate, but the black vomit began to creep along the shell of the crashed plane, giving it a wet, fleshy appearance. A shudder wracked the downed plane, and suddenly the tail began thrashing up and down like that of a beached whale. The G5 let out a horrendous roar of triumph and flew away as the transformed 747 continued its thrashing.
I tried to move out of the way of the wildly swinging tail, but realized that the grassland under my feet had turned into a gluey bog full of a seaweed-like grass. I struggled against the sticky goo as I tried to retreat and began to gradually make headway. I slowly trudged my way up the hill and as I crested a rise above the still-thrashing 747 I noticed what appeared to be a large, Japanese-looking wooden building on the next hill.
I made my way down the hill and up to the building which turned out to be a hot-spring/bathhouse. I went inside to investigate. Through the front door was an entry room with a restaurant through a curtain on the left. I walked into the restaurant area and Carl, Tucker, Melody, and Damaris were wrapped robes and eating whole roast chickens at low wooden tables. They motioned me over and offered me a chicken.
While we ate, I explained that I was going to escape civilization and tried to convince them that they should come with me to find a remote cabin or something to hide in. They replied that if they were just going to die eventually they'd rather spend their final days relaxing at a hot spring and gorging on delicious food than cowering in a yurt. This conversation changed my mind about what my goal was.
I had heard some rumors that Tanner had hermited away in some urban wasteland and had a generator to run her computer and TV so she could play video games and listen to music for as long as she had left. I thought that sounded like a pretty great way to live out the rest of my days, so I set out to find Tanner's bunker and soak up as much music as I could.
I walked through an eerily empty trash-strewn urban area and came upon an small, squat apartment building with a razor-wire lined electrified fence and an intercom pad. I don't know why, but I was sure this was the place. I pressed the call button on the intercom and a camera mounted above the door swiveled to inspect me. I was buzzed in and the steel door swung open silently. I entered the building, and strangely the internal dimensions were quite a bit smaller than the outside of the building implied, like the inside was made for midgets, and I felt very claustrophobic. At the end of a cramped hallway I could see a faint bluish glow emanating from an open door.
Inside the room Tanner had all kinds of electronics set up, giant shelves filled with games, DVDs, and CDs, and a generator was humming away in the corner, currently powering a PC, a TV, and a Super Nintendo. She was playing Earthbound. I started scrolling through the music on Tanner's computer and decided to listen to some albums that I had initially written off but everyone else seemed to love. Then my alarm went off.
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