My dreams were mostly my own last night. A tiny bit of residual influence, but not bad at all.
I dreamed that there was a big group of us. Me, Cam, Gene, Eric, James, Evan at least, & I think there were others as well, but I'm not sure who. We were in this sort of underground mall sort of thing or something. I'm not sure what it was. it had plants and walkways and a mall sort of look to it, but I don't remember any stores. Maybe it was empty of stores and we were just using it as a hideout.
Anyhow, one at a time, we had to go meet with Jenny, sort of like an assembly line. She was telling us how to get pants. Telling us what sizes we need and what brands and whatever. It was sort of strange, but apparently she was the Pants Guru, and it was serious business.
After we went through this process, we took an elevator up to the ground level, and (maybe this is why certain pants were so important) the world was in the early stages of a post apocalyptic sort of setting. People were still sort of living in communities and stuff, but with no water or electricity, it wasn't going as well as it might have. Things were going downhill fast.
There was a group of people trying to keep order and protect this small area that consisted of a school with a lot of people holed up in it, and a sort of small forest area. Everyone had guns and stuff, except me. I was new there, so I didn't have one yet. There were a wide assortment of hooligans and thugs and stuff loafing about. There was some sort of disturbance in a bathroom, and a fight. I ended up with a gun finally, from one of the guys involved in the disturbance. Then Evan told me it was a fake gun, and sure enough it was. But it looked real, so that was better than nothing. Maybe I could scare someone with it at least.
There were a few people in the place that could be trusted, but then there was a lot of violence and people preying on one another. In addition to this (and I'm pretty sure this is what caused the End Of Things) there was some infectious virus that turned people into unstoppable cannibalistic rapists. They'd just get crazier and tougher and more feral until they were like some sort of wild zombies. They didn't turn on other zombies but would get some of the freshly people, and they would endlessly go after regular folk. They were most dangerous when they were fresh, because you didn't know who might be infected, and they could turn at any time. Once they were infected for longer and longer, they would become more zombie-like until they were just like the rotten, staggering undead masses. Those were almost a blessing compared to the fresh ones who were still smart and ...rapey though. It wasn't a nice place to be. Some big guy was after me and I was climbing through an attic door sort of thing to try to get away. I came down in a different place that was a sort of kitchen area.
Jenny was in there, and asked me about the pants again. I told her I didn't have time to talk about the pants right now because The Rapist was after me. There was a lot of sneaking around, and eventually that dude was defeated by someone. Then later this really crazy guy who looked like some deformed hillbilly from ...one of those deformed hillbilly movies.
He was trying to capture people to rape and eat. Not always in that order either (you may see why I cite 'residual influence' and say they were only 'mostly' my own. I've never had a dream where anyone was looking to rape anyone else, like EVER before, but I guess you can't come out of an experience like Sunday Night with out something sticking for a while at least). Some more people came along around that time. My mom and Cam and I'm not sure who all else. My mom had all these devices she had gotten from some black market trading place. They were Neural Destabilizers. There were a number of different kinds. They were about the size and shape of those little correction tape things. It had some circuits and springs and a battery in there. It was a one use device with a pull pin kinda like a grenade or a fire extinguisher. The pulse fired out of the marked side.
By this point, the newly infected redneck guy-thing had pulled someone into a closet with him. I ran over and put the Neural Destabilizer against the door, about on level with his head, and pulled the pin. There was a loud thump inside the closet and we opened the door. The guy and his victim were both knocked out, but the victim woke up in a few seconds. We tied the guy up to the closet bar and he woke up after a few minutes. There was a lot of discussion, and eventually we left him staked out right outside of the compound for the zombies to come and get. We were gathering up some supplies and planning to hit the road and look for a new place where we weren't surrounded by questionable people.
I woke up before we headed out.
I posted this to twitter & facespace last night, and people seemed to think I was joking or somehow being sarcastic.
I wasn't, but it sort of figures that society would have that reaction. I guess I can say a little more here since I don't have a stupid character limit.
I think that this is the most romantic thing I've ever seen. And like anything that is amazingly romantic, it is also sad and tragic and beautiful. As a matter of fact, it might be one of the most beautiful stories I've ever heard. It made me tear up, and I totally felt like I was going to cry.
If you don't understand this... Like I guess if you just don't 'get it' then I really don't know what to tell you.