I had this weird post-apocalyptic dream last night, let me see what i can remember.
It all started when me and my mom were out to dinner. It was somewhere a little fancier than where we would typically go. The power went out… and shortly later everything went quiet, i was deaf and so was my mother, but we did not make a deal of it. Many people had suddenly died, and why we did not know. We raced home.
My family was there and some friends who exist solely in this dream realm. It seemed that we were all had gone deaf but had been sparred death. We were to stay indoors as much as possible and while our electricity and water worked, the internet and television and radio did not. At night we were not allowed out, and had to keep the lights off. I think this was a family rule as opposed to law. There was something bad out there and in our house we were safe.
But one time a cat got out and I hunted it down and the whole while i felt watched from the hillside, though it was night and the hills were dark. Nothing happened but I felt constantly in danger.
and another time and when a dream friend and I, we were outside and it was dusk and no one knew we had stole away and we lit a fire in the side yard behind where the trashcans used to be. I don’t remember why exactly, but I craved the outdoors, the smell of a real fire. I admired the light it put off and so did the friend. They (I say they because in my head they did not have a set gender) admired the light as well and motioned for me to light the grill in front of the house. It was no longer dusk, but nighttime now.
As soon as I light the grill I felt dirty. Like I was breaking a rule that would put the whole house in danger.The friend handed me a camera, I guess they wanted a picture with the light of the fire. I obliged and had honestly thought the picture was wonderfully picture-esque. Briefly, I considered even painting it. But the small relief stole from me, I looked at the hills and fancied I saw something, a twinkle on the hill.
I grabbed some half empty water bottles from when the boys used to hangout outside and doused the fire in the grill and the fire on the side yard. I grabbed my friends wrist and pulled them around to the side gate and in the house through the backdoor.
My family was all engrossed in some game for the Nintendo Wii, where they had a log ride or something. My uncle, his girlfriend, my brother and my mom all seemed very excited someone was reaching the top. I smiled and walked in the dining room. The last thing I remember was my dream-person, thinking that this is how life is lived now. There IS no leaving, only staying inside, playing games and passing time. There was no going out anymore and I felt claustrophobic.
