Last night I dreamed of a large scale meteor shower. I could see them coming down, like big shooting stars. I was not aware of local destruction, though. The National Guard (or similar army) came through the next day to take everyone away from my small city. I thought of 1970s Cambodia and decided to hide in my home. The next day some military figures came around with flame throwers to set all the houses on fire. This was my home and neighborhood specifically, which I rarely seem to dream about. I came out of my house when it was on fire, to find myself fired on by the soldier with the flame thrower. I asked him where was his soul as I burned (painlessly). I seemed to be the only one that stayed behind.
Here is where the dream seemed to fork, because there was another ending. In version 2, I used the time at home to pack a series of smaller and redundant packs with (keto!) food and gear for getting away. I had a series of pack sizes from a big backpack down to an inner forearm pack with a couple pouches of tuna and some powdered water. I abandoned the larger stuff as it got heavy on my journey. The inner forearm pack stayed with me. I didn't have the sense of travel or going anywhere, rather it just of being not in my house anymore.
Here is where the dream seemed to fork, because there was another ending. In version 2, I used the time at home to pack a series of smaller and redundant packs with (keto!) food and gear for getting away. I had a series of pack sizes from a big backpack down to an inner forearm pack with a couple pouches of tuna and some powdered water. I abandoned the larger stuff as it got heavy on my journey. The inner forearm pack stayed with me. I didn't have the sense of travel or going anywhere, rather it just of being not in my house anymore.