RE: "Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares
10-09-2018, 08:22 PM
A dream where there was some sort of massive open-world like environment. It was slightly similar to other dreams from a long time ago with open-world environments.
For some reason, I knew this one was post-apocalyptic. There was... something about it, despite looking pristine for all purposes.
There was a large city designed on a grid that I was told was built from the benches of some large auditorium. The buildings themselves were gridlike as well - a grid of concrete coming up from the ground, opened towards the outside. I wasn't sure how people would get to the upper blocks (would they fly?) Imagine that you had a matrix of concrete cells, but sliced it open down the side - that's what it looked like. Some of the chambers had iron fences or signs or other decorations on the top or bottom of the open-facing wall. I recall that some spans of buildings had mostly what seemed to be shops while others had mostly residences. Some were also just empty.
I spent some time trying to decide on a place to stay, for whatever reason, but kept coming and going between the residential and other districts. For some even more bizarre reason, my dream logic said that because I didn't belong to their religion, I oughtn't be in that district, so I should go to the ampitheatre in the center. (At this point I had known that the outer buildings were built from the benches of the ampitheatre.)
There was really long line of people there, and a checkpoint when we were entering the area. The road sloped down into a vaguely ominous procession of cloths and indiscernible flags. After quite a long while of waiting, I had reached the checkpoint, but nervously passed. I was given an ID card which stated I would be "Rank 4." I knew the ranks to be counted in descending importance. The line opened up onto a grassy field, but it was clear we were inside some sort of large tent.
At this point, an alarm sounded, and a large monitor on the top of the tent displayed a timer: 2:35. An announcement came on, saying that "All rank 4 and 5 must leave the park before the timer ends." I began running back out of the checkpoint, and upwards. The road back out seemed much longer than the road in. It was a very crowded slum-like district. I occasionally turned back to look at the timer, but it was clear I wouldn't be able to make it on time.
I climbed onto a roof, tailing someone else, as the timer reached 0:15 or so, and crawled forward as quickly as I could go. The timer must have gone to zero, I realized after a bit, and was struck with a great fear.
The person I was tailing was shot to death. I heard gunfire all around, and froze up.
I think I was killed at that point in the dream.
For some reason, I knew this one was post-apocalyptic. There was... something about it, despite looking pristine for all purposes.
There was a large city designed on a grid that I was told was built from the benches of some large auditorium. The buildings themselves were gridlike as well - a grid of concrete coming up from the ground, opened towards the outside. I wasn't sure how people would get to the upper blocks (would they fly?) Imagine that you had a matrix of concrete cells, but sliced it open down the side - that's what it looked like. Some of the chambers had iron fences or signs or other decorations on the top or bottom of the open-facing wall. I recall that some spans of buildings had mostly what seemed to be shops while others had mostly residences. Some were also just empty.
I spent some time trying to decide on a place to stay, for whatever reason, but kept coming and going between the residential and other districts. For some even more bizarre reason, my dream logic said that because I didn't belong to their religion, I oughtn't be in that district, so I should go to the ampitheatre in the center. (At this point I had known that the outer buildings were built from the benches of the ampitheatre.)
There was really long line of people there, and a checkpoint when we were entering the area. The road sloped down into a vaguely ominous procession of cloths and indiscernible flags. After quite a long while of waiting, I had reached the checkpoint, but nervously passed. I was given an ID card which stated I would be "Rank 4." I knew the ranks to be counted in descending importance. The line opened up onto a grassy field, but it was clear we were inside some sort of large tent.
At this point, an alarm sounded, and a large monitor on the top of the tent displayed a timer: 2:35. An announcement came on, saying that "All rank 4 and 5 must leave the park before the timer ends." I began running back out of the checkpoint, and upwards. The road back out seemed much longer than the road in. It was a very crowded slum-like district. I occasionally turned back to look at the timer, but it was clear I wouldn't be able to make it on time.
I climbed onto a roof, tailing someone else, as the timer reached 0:15 or so, and crawled forward as quickly as I could go. The timer must have gone to zero, I realized after a bit, and was struck with a great fear.
The person I was tailing was shot to death. I heard gunfire all around, and froze up.
I think I was killed at that point in the dream.