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.
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.