Dreams of X

Late July 2008-Another post apocalypse dream. I am more or less a leader of a group of young people who have survived some unknown dramatic event. In these dreams we are never outside. Always the group of people are inside a vast and sprawling building. I seem to be one of the few people with any ideas about how to go on. I help reform society and ease their fears. I am very popular with the ladies during this time of enhanced power. I have a few fleeting relationships that always seems to dissolve. The one I remember most is a long haired girl who wants me to rub her pussy through her jeans as the group lounges on the floor of one of the endless rooms. As society is established and they no longer need my direction I am abandoned and become only a social outsider. No more girls.

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All these recurring dreams involve this endless stretching sprawling building. We are never outside, and I think either there literally is no "outside" or the world outside the building is too toxic to venture into.

7-30-08 Going on a walk

It is late at night and I am walking down my home road. The air is full of manna, spiritual energies. The first thing I notice thats out of place in this rural country dirt road is that someone left a four wheeler ATV beside the road with its lights turned on. Seems like anyone can steal it. I am tempted to drive it around myself. But I walk on. The closest house in the direction I'm walking is about a sixth mile off. In front of the house they have made this plastic shelving partly sunken into the ground and filled with items. I feel like the owners of the house are inside watching me so I don't look at the shelves contents. I walk on but I am suddenly exhausted. I can barely go on but I force myself. I'm so tired I feel like laying down beside the road. I pass a second ATV four wheeler with its lights on. The next house in approaching a bit ahead. As I walk I notice the streets are paved with loose syringe heads like I shoot insulin with. Hundreds of thousands of them. My lagging strength runs out and I crash to the ground onto the needles. But they still have there lid caps on and I am not stabbed. I want to go back, try to make it home, but I feel the eyes of watchers in the houses and I know they expect me to go on so I keep walking, forcing my weary legs to move.

7-30-08 Half Life

I am at some composite of a friend's place playing the brand new version of the computer game Half life. A small group of us are playing it. As we play it we are there inside the game. Playing the levels like its real. I have a handgun that holds six rounds. Some scary battles with powerful robots. We stop at a house where young pretty girls are. A feeling of warmth and love. This does not last long and we move on. More powerful robots and machines to battle. We are trying to make our way down the sloping ramp. But these 1980's retro robots are coming up the ramp. White and round with cheap plastic bodies and round head with blue disc eyes. I fire my whole clip into one but that does not stop it. We retreat running for our lives.