Weird dreams are business as usual for me. Last nights was an odd mixture of strangeness.
I dreamt, that I was waking up at dawn - [I rarely dream about where I am in the present] I was in my parents house and my whole family was there. I looked out of the window, and the sky was a bright 'dusk' red, and I could see balls of fire falling from the sky and people falling over dead in the streets.
I pointed this out to my family and they began to panic. Then the ground began to shake and crack, and lava began to flow like tidal waves. [I have a lot of dreams about tidal waves/Tsunamis moving across England, although usually from the southern direction over Southampton beach where my grandparents have a beach hut - despite the unlikelihood due to the Channel shape!]
I don't remember the exact chronology of the dream - but it seemed to be that the fireballs weren't 'really' there, it was an illusion - a type of warning. The real fire started to fall on the 'next day'.
Due to having some time to prepare - my brother and I started to 'build' and 'dig' a safe place for the family to hide out in. It turned out that it wasn't safe as the ground split open when the earthquakes began. I 'watched' my brother die in lava more than once, his skin blistering and burning - and he looked at me sorrowfully as if I could have saved him. [Even now I am in tears remembering.]
The dream gets fairly confused then - I recall just travelling, meeting up with lots of people and leaving them again - no where was safe. I was trying to make my way to Laura - I think I felt there was a 'safe-place' where some people would survive and then begin to rebuild in a more natural way. I even dreamed of foraging for cabbages!
Whilst travelling I met up with people who had found a sort of bunker near a rail system that was 'weathering the storm'. As the skies cleared, countries started firing missiles at each other - and fighter jets started flying over. I was amazed that people had survived to the extent that they could organise flying jets around.
It turned out that the 'bunker' they had turned into their safe haven was a missile silo. So not only were foreign missiles aiming towards the 'safe' bunker, it was also firing missiles back! They were remote-controlled, so no one needed to be there to initiate the 'firing' of the missiles, hence it seeming like an 'abandoned' safe house.
I tried to convince them to help me attempt to disable the missiles - or at least disable whatever control system was enabling them to be fired from a remote location. They were too busy trying to evacuate and find a new safe place to go.
I'm not afraid of dying - I am just afraid of leaving something undone, or of not helping someone I could or should have helped.
I dreamt, that I was waking up at dawn - [I rarely dream about where I am in the present] I was in my parents house and my whole family was there. I looked out of the window, and the sky was a bright 'dusk' red, and I could see balls of fire falling from the sky and people falling over dead in the streets.
I pointed this out to my family and they began to panic. Then the ground began to shake and crack, and lava began to flow like tidal waves. [I have a lot of dreams about tidal waves/Tsunamis moving across England, although usually from the southern direction over Southampton beach where my grandparents have a beach hut - despite the unlikelihood due to the Channel shape!]
I don't remember the exact chronology of the dream - but it seemed to be that the fireballs weren't 'really' there, it was an illusion - a type of warning. The real fire started to fall on the 'next day'.
Due to having some time to prepare - my brother and I started to 'build' and 'dig' a safe place for the family to hide out in. It turned out that it wasn't safe as the ground split open when the earthquakes began. I 'watched' my brother die in lava more than once, his skin blistering and burning - and he looked at me sorrowfully as if I could have saved him. [Even now I am in tears remembering.]
The dream gets fairly confused then - I recall just travelling, meeting up with lots of people and leaving them again - no where was safe. I was trying to make my way to Laura - I think I felt there was a 'safe-place' where some people would survive and then begin to rebuild in a more natural way. I even dreamed of foraging for cabbages!
Whilst travelling I met up with people who had found a sort of bunker near a rail system that was 'weathering the storm'. As the skies cleared, countries started firing missiles at each other - and fighter jets started flying over. I was amazed that people had survived to the extent that they could organise flying jets around.
It turned out that the 'bunker' they had turned into their safe haven was a missile silo. So not only were foreign missiles aiming towards the 'safe' bunker, it was also firing missiles back! They were remote-controlled, so no one needed to be there to initiate the 'firing' of the missiles, hence it seeming like an 'abandoned' safe house.
I tried to convince them to help me attempt to disable the missiles - or at least disable whatever control system was enabling them to be fired from a remote location. They were too busy trying to evacuate and find a new safe place to go.
I'm not afraid of dying - I am just afraid of leaving something undone, or of not helping someone I could or should have helped.
