I was sitting with a group of my friends (none of them real, and I’m not even sure if the dream was about me. Our group was like a found family with people of all ages) and we were discussing this book we had found. It was a small tan book, with a shiny jacketless hardcover like the copies of “classic” novels you get to read at school. This is weird because the book was an ancient native text and would not have been bound this way, but dream logic.
Now this book was important because it had information about how to stop the apocalypse. You see, there was this group (our enemies) that was going to end the world and we needed to save it.
Flash forward to us running along the docks (the wooden docks with wooden ships) and onto our ship, where one of our friends (man with beard, let’s call him Garett) has tied up the leader (woman dressed as a captain, let’s call her Amy) of our enemies. We think we’ve won, because now she can’t set off the apocalypse. We were wrong.
One of my friends (let’s call him Jim) asks Garett how he captured Amy. Garett explains that Amy had been in the crow’s nest, about to set off a bomb, when he had found her, lit the nest on fire to drive her down, and tied her up. But, Jim is very smart, and notices a flaw in Garett’s tale.
”If the crow’s nest had really been on fire, wouldn’t there be smoke coming from it?” (Look, I know that the nest would be burnt but for some reason the smoke was the only indicator) We all looked up and sure enough, smoke was not coming from anywhere on the ship.
But there was smoke coming from an island on the horizon. (In dreamland, smoke on the horizon means someone’s going to blow it up soon. Idk)
I turn towards Garett and Amy in disbelief. They share the same evil grin as they look up at me and Garett says, “Don’t you know not to trust everyone who comes running your way?”
Amy presses a button on the device I hadn’t noticed she’d been holding and I gasp in horror as two nukes fly past us, shooting towards the smoke on the horizon. Just as they’re out of view, they explode.
I hurry to pull out a pencil and scrawl out a message in Egyotian heiroglyphics on the cover of the book. I need to leave this remnant, so that the next human race can find it, and know what happened to the world before them. (You see this book would definitely survive the nukes)
But I don’t make it in time. Tears are streaming down my face as I hurriedly scrawl a sentence but the fire consumes us before I finish. My last moments are spent in agony because I have failed, and no one will ever know what happened.
ANYWAYS that’s the dream I had a few weeks ago. I didn’t mean for it to be this long but I remember the end VIVIDLY because it was so traumatizing! And when I saw this forum I knew I had to write about my apocalypse dream. :)