I have been looking to express these dreams for a while, and I have through my art, but last night I had another. They seem to be all based in the “same apocalypse,” only I am a different character each time in that world.The first big one came about 3 years ago:Walking out of a supermarket, I saw a plane diving low, dropping a bomb on the center. Seeing it come, I ran quickly to the edge of the parking lot, and ducked behind a hill with a few other people. Once the blast had settled, I ran up the hill to a restaurant where I tried to warn everyone of what was happening, but they were all disinterested, so I had to leave. Coming to the road, I was picked up by an older man in overalls in a red truck, who said he was leaving while he had the chance. A strange passenger in the truck was a young lady, who introduced herself as a ghost. As time wore on and our journey became long, I fell in love with her, and at one point, the old man said he’d rather turn back, so we were left in a completely unpopulated town, in an abandoned movie theater, and she disappeared.About a year ago, I got another dream.I was walking with my girlfriend at the time along a series of paths through some very beautiful rolling hills. We saw a plane diving in, to completely crash and kamikaze on the hillside. We ran down from the hills to arrive at my grandmother’s house. She told me she’d have to leave because she couldn’t stand to die with my family and me. She needed to find her own place to die. I found my whole family inside the house, and we huddled up, listening to the radio, which reported that this phenomenon was happening everywhere, that planes were losing their ability to fly, and thus were crashing down in random places. One skidded down the street adjacent to the house we were in, and my sister and I walked out to investigate. We saw a number of buildings (in fact, the entire skyline of our neighboring city) falling toward us, and we ducked back inside to take cover. Luckily, the crash created a cave-like bubble encased in debris, so we were all fine. We stepped out from the debris to find a completely barren world with one tree. We climbed the tree to better survey the land, but saw nothing but dirt and occasionally scattered burning buildings. My mother tried to comfort the family by quoting the line from Peter Pan, “To die would be an awfully big adventure.” We clung to each other as the earth opened up beneath and swallowed us all.And last night, another one.Once again at my grandmother’s house, I woke my father up to show him outside that the city looked destroyed, was completely ablaze. He wasn’t convinced or interested, and went back inside to sleep. I walked into the city and found a service station where people were gathered, trying to make sense of the situation. Suddenly, as in all my dreams, a plane swooped in, dropping a small bomb, but missing it’s likely principle target (the service station). We saw it explode and I rushed to call my ex-girlfriend (same girlfriend from the last dream). It was very difficult to get through: it seemed most all communication was gone. Once I got through to her, she also was disinterested, and so I gave up and moved with the people to a nearby parking deck to attempt to wait it out. I ended up finding a former friend in the parking deck and talked to him a bit, all the while looking out for any coming attacks. Seeing what appeared to be some sort of enemy combatant coming toward us, I told my friend that it had been a pleasure knowing him and I rushed the entrance, taking the soldier by surprise and choking him to death. Still on the lookout, I retired to a small nearby cove with someone else I’d met, and together we surprised and killed another soldier (this time, female). We must have been feeling inflated and cocky at that point, because we missed the entrance of another man and woman. The man was regal looking and appeared to have a telescope for one of his eyes. He had everyone afraid, and though he pointed no weapons at us, I knew we were outclassed. He retrieved a phone from a woman trying to call for help, and gave it to me, ordering me to find out who she called and what was said. This was around the time I woke up.Any thoughts/discussion would be greatly appreciated.

Author: explodingtree

April 2nd, 2008 at 8:00 am in Our Fault, Philosophy and Religion

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