Dream Journal 3/13/16

I was running down a deserted street with Maggie and Glen from The Walking Dead, as well as another young woman with red hair. We were all armed, and were weaving in and out of deserted alleyways between very old, Spanish-style buildings. Out of nowhere, somebody started shooting at us from one of the rooftops, and we were forced to take cover inside one of the empty buildings. Glenn had been shot in the leg, and was bleeding badly. The inside of the building looked like a cathedral, and we found that we were not alone. Meredith, Alex, Callie, and Arizona from Grey’s anatomy were all there, pointing guns at us. We held our arms up in surrender, and told them we were just seeking shelter from the shooter outside. They invited us in and carried Glenn away to take care of his leg.

The room that we were in was very sleek and modern, unlike the rest of the city, especially the building we were in. Callie was stitching up Glenn’s leg, and Arizona brought us into the adjacent room, which was actually a massive indoor garage, filled with armored vehicles of every size, and enough weaponry to arm a small army. She informed us that there were over 50 people in their group, and that the rest were out scavenging in the city. They had been there for over a year, and had made the building a stronghold. I asked her why we were able to just walk right in if it was a stronghold, and she told me they left that specific door unlocked for people like us, and that if those people didn’t work out, they just killed them.

Arizona told us that we could take one of the vehicles from their fleet, and stock up on supplies, but then we had to go. Once Glenn was done getting his leg fixed up, we chose one of the armored vans, stocked up on food and a few weapons, thanked everyone, and left.

We were driving down a deserted highway, when we spotted a gas station that seemed to still be in good shape. We decided to grab whatever fuel we could find, and grab some more food and water. Next to the gas station was a car dealership, and the lot was filled with large vehicles. We decided that we wanted a second vehicle to bring back to camp, and decided on a black and chrome truck. Maggie and I went inside to find the keys, and Glenn and the redhead went to find food and water. Inside, there was a single zombie, which we took down with ease. While we were searching for the key, I noticed that my hair was wet, and was dripping onto the concrete floor, leaving a trail behind me. I ignored it, until Maggie asked me what was making the weird tracks on the floor. I looked down, and saw that something was following me, making weird tracks in the water left from my hair. I started running in circles, and the tracks still followed me. Something invisible. I reached down to grab whatever it was, and a small, white dog appeared in my arms. She was a long-haired yappy dog, with a pink bow in her hair. Maggie looked confused and walked over to look at the completely normal, no longer invisible, dog I held in my arms.

We went back to the van, unable to find the keys for the truck, and we all left. The dog was no longer with me. We drove to a mall, which had been completely overrun by zombies. Despite there being hundreds of them, we drove right up to the doors, and were greeted by a woman, who showed us how to jump the fence to get inside. Inside the mall was actually a prison, with over a dozen floors, all circled around a hollow center. There were no open rooms, only cells, aside from the bottom floor, which was a hilly grass-filled space. The woman showed us around, and gave us two cells on the second floor, overlooking the grassy area. She told us that we were not allowed out of our cells at night, and that it was very dangerous.

It was nighttime, and all the lights were out. We were sitting in the grassy area on the bottom floor with a few other people, who told us that the rules were stupid, and they wanted to do whatever they wanted. Suddenly, the doors opened, and a large figure dressed in full-body, knight’s armor walked in, leading a dozen zombified horses. We all ran to hide, and he didn’t seem to spot us. Zombies flooded the room behind the horses. The figure shackled the zombie horses to the stone walls, equal distance apart from each other, and began circling the room, chanting. The horses started going crazy, and one of them broke the bolts on the wall that kept it shackled in place, but it did not run.

Suddenly, the Grey’s Anatomy group walked in, dressed in formal attire, with Callie leading them, donning a white wedding dress, adorned with red gems. Honestly, it was terrifying. They walked in silently and slowly to the center of the room, where the knight bowed to them, and left. I ran out from our hiding place, and asked Callie what was happening. They all ignored me, and someone ran out and grabbed me, dragging me back to where I had been hiding. The woman who had shown us around the prison grabbed my arm and shoved me into the wall, telling me that I should not be here. The rest of my group was already gone. I shoved her back, and we fought, as I tried to run back out to Callie and the others, but she kept stopping me.

The horse that had broken free suddenly ran forward, and trampled through the group, killing them all. The knight started screaming for the zombies to attack, and they all started clawing and biting at the horses that were still in chains. The woman from the prison and I climbed up a nearby rope ladder up to the second floor, and shut ourselves inside one of the cells. We could still see below, and there was blood flying through the air, landing on the floor that we were on. There was an eerie green light flooding the building, and I became aware that the grassy area was on fire. Green fire.

And then I woke up.

Daily Prompt 2/1/2016 | Deja Vu

The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 2/1/2016 | A Bird, a Plane, You!

You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:

  • the ability to speak and understand any language
  • the ability to travel through time
  • the ability to make any two people agree with each other

While none of these are my top choice in superpower, all 3 of these abilities have the power to save, or destroy, the world. In the wrong hands, any of these powers could be potentially devastating. Can you imagine the damage someone who was anti-woman, or anti-LGBT, or pro-racism and discrimination of minorities, could do with the ability to travel back in time? Everything would go backwards. All progress we have made for equality and love in the world would be reversed. And if they could persuade someone who opposed their views to agree with someone who supported his views? I can’t even imagine. There is already so much hatred and war in this world, and so many people who remain on the wrong side of history… any more would be catastrophic.

If I had to pick one, I would have to pick the ability to travel through time, as this is the only ability that is really supernatural in any way. While it would take a lot of time and energy, you could learn to speak and understand any language. That is something that can be taught. And, unless you’re planning to travel to every corner of the world, or work as a world-renowned interpreter, it is sort of impractical. I know I can’t even afford to travel outside of my state, let alone to the jungles of Brazil, or the mountains of Nepal, or to the most secluded islands in the ocean. I wouldn’t get much benefit out of this ability. Even someone who wanted to use this ability for evil wouldn’t get much benefit from this, without the ability to persuade the people that they are talking to.

The ability to make any two people agree with each other could come in handy with changing the direction that this world is headed in, but it can also be obtained without supernatural abilities, in some cases. The right amount of passion, persuasion, and information, can sway people into believing anything. This can be a very dangerous ability as well.

But in the end, anyone that I couldn’t persuade, I could just go back in time and influence them early on. Or even rid the world of them entirely, if I wanted to use my ability in a not-so-nice way. I feel like any of these abilities could be used in a negative way, regardless of which side of an issue you are on. Using something in a bad way, like murder, even for the greater good, is still not a good, peaceful alternative.

But, all things considered, I’m confident that if I had the ability to travel back in time, I could do a lot of good. I could save extinct species, meet my ancestors, gain knowledge and secrets that no one else in the world knows, prevent large-scale tragedies, save good people from murder and assassination, and rewrite history for the better. Hell, I could go back in time, learn ancient, dead languages from extinct races and civilizations, and bring them back. I could learn all the languages through time travel!

In the end, the other two abilities can be learned, even if they aren’t 100% effective. Time travel is just too good to pass up, too powerful. The possibilities are endless.

Thank you for reading, friends.

Jan

Dream Journal 9/25/15

I was living alone in a dystopian wasteland of a city, where it is always dark outside, and there are clouds of pollution and dust in the air, blocking out the sun.

My son has been going through an awful sleep regression phase the last couple weeks, and the last two nights have been particularly awful. I got around 3.5 hours of sleep last night, but I managed to crash on the couch this morning while he was napping, and I actually remember the dream I was having before he woke me up. Again.
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Present age/dystopian future.

I was living alone in a dystopian wasteland of a city, where it is always dark outside, and there are clouds of pollution and dust in the air, blocking out the sun.

It was nighttime, and I was creeping around a large, empty shopping center. I broke into a boarded up drug store, similar to a Walgreens or CVS, which was completely deserted. I had a large backpack, and I hastily ran through the aisles, shoving various necessities into my bag. Tampons, hair dye, toilet paper, cereal, chocolate, etc.

Then I was in a park, sitting on a bench, eating Captain Crunch out of the box. Suddenly, the sound of a warning alarm filled the air, and I grabbed my backpack and sprinted toward a large apartment complex on the other end of the park. In the distance, I could see others running toward the various, abandoned buildings scattered about the city. The ones that were still standing, that is.

I passed by a little girl, around 7 years old, sitting beneath a tree crying, and I kept running. I ended up turning back to grab her, tossing her over my shoulder, as I neared the apartment complex that I claimed as my own.

I carried the young girl up to the top floor, because there was no power anywhere in the city. She had passed out on my shoulder, either from exhaustion or fear, but she woke up when I opened the door to the apartment that I had turned into a penthouse bunker. I set her down on the floor, and she immediately crawled away, hiding behind a large crate in the corner. I just shrugged and walked into the next room to put away my supplies. If she wanted to leave, she could.

Outside the walls of my little fortress, I could hear the alarms come to an end, and I quickly closed and locked the doors to the cupboards, then braced myself.

There was a loud explosion outside, followed by a blinding light, and the whole building shook. It lasted only a few seconds. After it was over, I went and inspected the other rooms to make sure that nothing bad been broken. The little girl was gone, and the front door was open. I shrugged and locked it. She never came back.

I had a tiny generator, that somehow still worked, and I used it to watching Breaking Bad on Netflix, which was still mysteriously working as well. I was also drinking red wine from a decorative goblet.
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It was a different day, and I was back in the park near the building that I lived in. There was a cherry blossom tree in the middle of the park, and people were crowded around it, placing offerings beneath it. That tree was basically the only living tree in the city, and the only colorful thing left. I don’t know if the rest of the world was as apocalyptic as the city I was in, but I imagine it was, since we were all still there.

The little girl was in the park by the tree, and there was a woman with her, but I don’t think it was her mother.

There were really large birds flying in the sky, they almost looked like pterodactyls, and they were SO loud.

And then I woke up.