Nightmare – August 28th 2016
- People, refugees (evacuees?) huddled in farm buildings
- Accidentally turn on a large electromagnet that causes the farm machinery to distort
- The russians camped in the building on the opposite side of the courtyard don’t like this and come out with guns, shouting
- the magnet is switched off, we shout for peace, calm down
- In the confusion over the controls, I switch the magnet back on, the machinery distorts and gets crushed
- shooting starts, I run
- I think “I’m brave, I’m the hero, heroes don’t run in movies” I turn around
- Some sort of high velocity bullet punches a hole the size of my head in a concrete wall, I run again.
- 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.
- We try to get out, running through corridors, open areas, hostiles (people?) not far behind
- 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.
- 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.
- I try the respirator again, it doesn’t work
- Screaming
- We run.
- We meet a media woman (Yvonne Hartman lookalike) there’s a connection (does she know my wife?)
- We find people trying to repair a vehicle (a balloon?) we help
- Escape
- 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.
- 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.
- I realise the doctor is an android and wonder how he can stay powered in the current crisis.
- He can’t help Bebey
- 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.
- He seems oblivious to the crisis, I tell him about Bebey, I’m screaming at him,
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- I can see this because he’s wearing black but slightly transparent trousers. Otherwise he appears perfectly normal.
- The woman is very excited that we know media woman, this is very important somehow
- We’re somewhere with tunnels. Sewer? Drain? Waterpark? We’re going to meet someone.
- 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.
- Fighting
- Balloon?
- 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.
- 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.
- Lunch is an old foil wrapped ready meal. Some of large pop-tart thing with purple jam.
- 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.
- Screaming