kybearfuzz | Post-Apocalyptic Dreaming

This morning's dream was a doozy.

It started out in a post-apocalyptic society, where a handsome, blond and bearded scientist would swing down in a large, octopus-like machine and scoop up as many people as it could. It was considered an honor to get scooped up, as it meant a better life somewhere else. At this point, I was just watching the scene unfold and not participating.

The scientist took the people to a different planet where he had terraformed it into a "Small Earth." His machine would land and leave a large geometrically-designed pattern in the soil. The grass and everything would then reclaim the space, but the design remained.

I was on this "Small Earth" with the latest group of settlers. Everyone seemed very happy and settled in. I was invited to a Lesbian wedding (a couple of the ladies I play in the softball league with actually). It was a large party in a multi-level house. The wedding went off without a hitch. I stood on a stage and watched the ladies fight for the tossing of the bouquet. And what a fight that was! Vicious wasn't the word for it. They fought, scratched, kicked, tackled, etc.

The house had layers where each was a different area -- a dining area, a shopping area, etc.; it was practically a mall. Every time I tried to leave the party and go home, someone would stop me, saying it was too early to leave or that something else was going on. I was hanging out with the recently-wedded ladies only to see that one of them was missing a breast, like an Amazon. It was unsettling to see, considering she was leaving it just out in the open.

Later, it was apparent that those throwing the party didn't want anyone to leave as they started attacking people. They weren't zombies or anything, just crazy. I led a group of party-goers down through the levels, saving two guys along the way from a father-son duo who was trying to strangle them. As we got down the lowest level, we came across a sacrifice situation, where people were painted in kabuki-like make-up. The ones being sacrificed were the party planners, who were willingly giving up the ghost to garner some greater reward.

One of the ladies from my group looked out the window and saw a storm in the distance. The lightning and wind were behind a large swarm of ravens flying in formation. This conflagration was heading right toward this house. The lady screamed out, "We never left! We never left!" implying that we never left the post-apocalyptic world after all.

Everyone ran outside and laid down on the dirt, holding hands, as though it was the only thing we could do. And then, thankfully, I woke up.