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I've had my share of screwed up dreams as well. Here's one from my (short-lived) dream journal...
Sunday, February 03, 2008
A nuclear incident, the largest nuclear bomb ever dropped in the world, caused everyone on Earth to get become poisoned from radiation. The news stories were all covering it, and people were all grouped into large outdoor camps where they held all of their possessions. Almost everybody was dying slowly, but there was no pain. They simply became lethargic and realized that they were dying, but nobody was scared. Everybody in the colony was just accepting their fate with no fighting and no complaining. It was as if humanity had just suddenly accepted its fate to eventually die as a species. The news was covering the story, and people tuned in to watch, to see the spread and severity of the situation. People were living in their outdoor camps, appreciating the small bit of time that they had left before they too were dead. After 24 hours, ¾ of the population in the colony was dead. Although the mood would seem depressing, nobody thought of it as sad or upsetting. I thought of it as an adventure, and I hoped strongly that somehow, despite the annihilation of the rest of the population, I would not die. Almost everybody I knew had died by the end of the first day, but my parents and Tycoon remained alive, although developing the symptoms of their imminent death. I thought of this as an adventure, and a quest to strive for and survive. My parents were not sad that they were dying and did not ask for care. They wanted me to gather supplies while they were still present in the chance that I would still live, and they were cheerful about it. By 36 hours from the event, they were dead as well, and only a couple of people remained alive, although barely. I took Tycoon with me, and we gathered food from all of the dead people at their camps, and were helped out by the barely-living others in the area. By dusk, we had gathered enough food to make it through for about a week, and we planned on obtaining more the next day. After 48 hours, it was obvious that I was the only one who was going to survive this event, as nobody else was alive anymore. I thought of it as the dawn of a new adventure, and the creation of almost a new world for me. Tycoon and I gathered more food, and realized that survival would not be hard in this new world. By that afternoon, Tycoon had also died and I was truly the last one, alone on the Earth, and I was ready to lead an entire new existence.
-Mark
Sunday, February 03, 2008
A nuclear incident, the largest nuclear bomb ever dropped in the world, caused everyone on Earth to get become poisoned from radiation. The news stories were all covering it, and people were all grouped into large outdoor camps where they held all of their possessions. Almost everybody was dying slowly, but there was no pain. They simply became lethargic and realized that they were dying, but nobody was scared. Everybody in the colony was just accepting their fate with no fighting and no complaining. It was as if humanity had just suddenly accepted its fate to eventually die as a species. The news was covering the story, and people tuned in to watch, to see the spread and severity of the situation. People were living in their outdoor camps, appreciating the small bit of time that they had left before they too were dead. After 24 hours, ¾ of the population in the colony was dead. Although the mood would seem depressing, nobody thought of it as sad or upsetting. I thought of it as an adventure, and I hoped strongly that somehow, despite the annihilation of the rest of the population, I would not die. Almost everybody I knew had died by the end of the first day, but my parents and Tycoon remained alive, although developing the symptoms of their imminent death. I thought of this as an adventure, and a quest to strive for and survive. My parents were not sad that they were dying and did not ask for care. They wanted me to gather supplies while they were still present in the chance that I would still live, and they were cheerful about it. By 36 hours from the event, they were dead as well, and only a couple of people remained alive, although barely. I took Tycoon with me, and we gathered food from all of the dead people at their camps, and were helped out by the barely-living others in the area. By dusk, we had gathered enough food to make it through for about a week, and we planned on obtaining more the next day. After 48 hours, it was obvious that I was the only one who was going to survive this event, as nobody else was alive anymore. I thought of it as the dawn of a new adventure, and the creation of almost a new world for me. Tycoon and I gathered more food, and realized that survival would not be hard in this new world. By that afternoon, Tycoon had also died and I was truly the last one, alone on the Earth, and I was ready to lead an entire new existence.
-Mark