Nightmare – August 28th 2016

  1. People, refugees (evacuees?) huddled in farm buildings
  2. Accidentally turn on a large electromagnet that causes the farm machinery to distort
  3. The russians camped in the building on the opposite side of the courtyard don’t like this and come out with guns, shouting
  4. the magnet is switched off, we shout for peace, calm down
  5. In the confusion over the controls, I switch the magnet back on, the machinery distorts and gets crushed
  6. shooting starts, I run
  7. I think “I’m brave, I’m the hero, heroes don’t run in movies” I turn around
  8. Some sort of high velocity bullet punches a hole the size of my head in a concrete wall, I run again.
  9. I remember my wife, I stop running and go to turn back, I see another hole appear and hesitate, I keep looking, I find her.
  10. We try to get out, running through corridors, open areas, hostiles (people?) not far behind
  11. A young boy is trying to carry his sister, she’s 8, her name is bebey (beverly? she can’t talk properly) she has a large dent in her temple from an old wound and something that looks like a small iphone attached to the side of her head, it controls her breathing.
  12. I carry the girl, she laughs, she smiles, she stops breathing. I tap the controls on the phone screen. She gives a jolt, takes another breath, smiles and dies.
  13. I try the respirator again, it doesn’t work
  14. Screaming
  15. We run.
  16. We meet a media woman (Yvonne Hartman lookalike) there’s a connection (does she know my wife?)
  17. We find people trying to repair a vehicle (a balloon?) we help
  18. Escape
  19. We’re in a hospital but on closer inspection it appears to be a repurposed cosmetics counter in a shopping mall. Maybe it’s a clinic for cosmetic surgery.
  20. I give Bebey to a Doctor (Ravi, izombie) at first he’s hesitant, this isn’t his job but then gives a speech about how this is what he trained for and tries to help.
  21. I realise the doctor is an android and wonder how he can stay powered in the current crisis.
  22. He can’t help Bebey
  23. We’re in a high building in a clean part of the city, in a boardroom where media woman works. Her boss (man in suit, looks like my old boss) is giving a presentation, he’s very excited about new markets that are opening up.
  24. He seems oblivious to the crisis, I tell him about Bebey, I’m screaming at him,
  25. We’re in my old house. There’s a piece of furniture I built. The current occupants have removed a part of it to make room and weakend it.
  26. There’s a man sitting on it, I explain that it’s not meant for sitting on and it’s weakened anyway. He doesn’t seem to notice. It breaks.
  27. I notice that his shoes are odd, then I notice that his right leg is really short and he’s wearing a very stilleto shoe which is mounted on a homemade prosthetic leg which is also wearing a very high stiletto shoe.
  28. I can see this because he’s wearing black but slightly transparent trousers. Otherwise he appears perfectly normal.
  29. The woman is very excited that we know media woman, this is very important somehow
  30. We’re somewhere with tunnels. Sewer? Drain? Waterpark? We’re going to meet someone.
  31. There’s some sort of presentation. A man we meet reveals photos that show that show that a man in our party was arrested years ago for (accidentally? in revenge towards the photorevealer?) causing Bebeys brain injury.
  32. Fighting
  33. Balloon?
  34. I wake up(still in this other world), thinking I’ve got a scheduling conflict, that two events I’ve scheduled in reality are both today, I’m distraught because I really wanted to go. I eventually realise that they couldn’t possibly both be today, go back to sleep.
  35. I wake up again. Wandering through an abandoned building, I meet an old friend. It was her birthday recently. She offers to cook me lunch.
  36. Lunch is an old foil wrapped ready meal. Some of large pop-tart thing with purple jam.
  37. I realise that although I had no scheduling conflict, I’d slept through the event I really wanted to go to. I try to phone the people but can’t get through. The phone looks like the respirator. I can’t handle it anymore. I break down and cry.
  38. Screaming