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I had a dream that seemed to last weeks and weeks last night.
There was a natural disaster, throughout the UK, and I presume the world. Everything was flooded, people were gathering in towerblocks, thousands of people were dying. There were waves, there was no food, and quickly people started dying from water bound diseases.
In the dream I was sometimes myself, and sometimes my boyfriend/husband. We had a baby together. The dream started with me trying to get onto transport that was taking people away from the worst areas but I could never get onto one. Everyone was trying to get away but the water was rising and I ended up swimming and looking for somewhere to stop, somewhere not underwater. People around me kept going underwater and not coming back up, there were bodies floating everywhere in the water.
I eventually found a ledge at the side of a building that was out of the water. Hundreds of people were there, babies screaming, people grabbing stuff out of other peoples bags. There were people speaking all different languages and it was so confusing.
The dream went forward and I trying to get into various high rise buildings, only to be told that the new government had locked them all down and that nobody knew could go there. Everyone alive was gathered together and taken to a university campus where we were put into groups and had to do various tests. One test was showing us photos of our parents/close family, and we had to shoot at the pictures and show no emotion. The guns they had given us for this were really weird and old fashioned and so hard to use. Everyone who passed the test was given an Identity card which also had a new address on, in an area where there was no flooding. I failed a test, and as I gave my results to the people who gave the ID cards out, I asked them what I should do, and was told that execution was the punishment for failing tests. For some reason, I begged for my life, and they let me go, without an ID card.
There were hundreds of people around the campus, with their ID cards heading to their allocated addresses. There were officials (police, government, normal people - I didn't know) pointing people in the right direction to the area. Everyone was walking, there were no other of transport, and some addresses were miles away.
I was unsure what to do, so walked with the crowd, trying not to draw attention to myself. Officials were randomnly stopping people to see their ID and shooting those which didnt have one. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, in a clump of grass I saw my ID, the one I would've been given had I passed my test. It had an address on and was with others that seemed to have been thrown away. The ID's of the dead. I grabbed my ID, showed it to officials without being questioned and walked for miles and miles trying to find where I was allocated. I walked through a rural village, where everyone was still in their houses, they didn't seem to have yet been organised or moved by the new government. They stared out of their windows at me and I realised I had come the wrong way and turned back.
The next part of the dream, I was my husband/boyfriend. I had been to another ID'ing centre and given the same address as my wife (has, this is confusing now). We were living together with our baby but my wife(the me from before) was in hiding. It seemed like it was a few years from the disaster. We lived in the top floor of a house, and a middleaged man lived on the bottom. Even the neighbour didn't know that my wife existed and we were constantly having to keep quiet and hide her from officials when they came around. Everyone was wearing clothes which were made out of natural fabrics like wool, and the clothes were very basic. We talked about the "old times", about the internet and mobile phones. Everything from the past seemed like a dream. The government had computers though, and knew who should be in every accomodation and there were frequent checks. We were always scared.
My dream ended with some officials coming into the flat because the downstairs neighbour reported a woman's voice. When they came up to talk to me, and check the flat, they were discussing how pork was the only meat available since all the other farmed animals were uneatable after congenital diseases from lead poisoning during the disaster?
So yes, that dream was odd and scary and seemed so real.
There was a natural disaster, throughout the UK, and I presume the world. Everything was flooded, people were gathering in towerblocks, thousands of people were dying. There were waves, there was no food, and quickly people started dying from water bound diseases.
In the dream I was sometimes myself, and sometimes my boyfriend/husband. We had a baby together. The dream started with me trying to get onto transport that was taking people away from the worst areas but I could never get onto one. Everyone was trying to get away but the water was rising and I ended up swimming and looking for somewhere to stop, somewhere not underwater. People around me kept going underwater and not coming back up, there were bodies floating everywhere in the water.
I eventually found a ledge at the side of a building that was out of the water. Hundreds of people were there, babies screaming, people grabbing stuff out of other peoples bags. There were people speaking all different languages and it was so confusing.
The dream went forward and I trying to get into various high rise buildings, only to be told that the new government had locked them all down and that nobody knew could go there. Everyone alive was gathered together and taken to a university campus where we were put into groups and had to do various tests. One test was showing us photos of our parents/close family, and we had to shoot at the pictures and show no emotion. The guns they had given us for this were really weird and old fashioned and so hard to use. Everyone who passed the test was given an Identity card which also had a new address on, in an area where there was no flooding. I failed a test, and as I gave my results to the people who gave the ID cards out, I asked them what I should do, and was told that execution was the punishment for failing tests. For some reason, I begged for my life, and they let me go, without an ID card.
There were hundreds of people around the campus, with their ID cards heading to their allocated addresses. There were officials (police, government, normal people - I didn't know) pointing people in the right direction to the area. Everyone was walking, there were no other of transport, and some addresses were miles away.
I was unsure what to do, so walked with the crowd, trying not to draw attention to myself. Officials were randomnly stopping people to see their ID and shooting those which didnt have one. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, in a clump of grass I saw my ID, the one I would've been given had I passed my test. It had an address on and was with others that seemed to have been thrown away. The ID's of the dead. I grabbed my ID, showed it to officials without being questioned and walked for miles and miles trying to find where I was allocated. I walked through a rural village, where everyone was still in their houses, they didn't seem to have yet been organised or moved by the new government. They stared out of their windows at me and I realised I had come the wrong way and turned back.
The next part of the dream, I was my husband/boyfriend. I had been to another ID'ing centre and given the same address as my wife (has, this is confusing now). We were living together with our baby but my wife(the me from before) was in hiding. It seemed like it was a few years from the disaster. We lived in the top floor of a house, and a middleaged man lived on the bottom. Even the neighbour didn't know that my wife existed and we were constantly having to keep quiet and hide her from officials when they came around. Everyone was wearing clothes which were made out of natural fabrics like wool, and the clothes were very basic. We talked about the "old times", about the internet and mobile phones. Everything from the past seemed like a dream. The government had computers though, and knew who should be in every accomodation and there were frequent checks. We were always scared.
My dream ended with some officials coming into the flat because the downstairs neighbour reported a woman's voice. When they came up to talk to me, and check the flat, they were discussing how pork was the only meat available since all the other farmed animals were uneatable after congenital diseases from lead poisoning during the disaster?
So yes, that dream was odd and scary and seemed so real.