I was walking round our block on the water front. It was a warm, hazy night. Across the water I saw a bulb shaped light on the horizon. It was pure white with a fluorescent blue glow lining the edge. It was silent and still. I knew instinctively it was a bomb. I knew it didn't have the appearance of one, but its eery stillness somehow proved it to be more poisonous.I returned to my flat, something like 2nd or 3rd floor of just another of hundreds of identical towers crammed together. I want to gather my belongings from my room. The rest of my ignorant flatmates remained unaware of the situation and only served as obstacles.
I entered my room to gather belongings. It was disastrously untidy. Floor could barely be seen. And then I realised how useless it all was, how utterly useless my room with all its belongings was. And they appeared a dirty brown. Dull. Lifeless. As if these belongings were not my own. I left them.
Outside the apartment and in the stairwells and hallways, people were now frantic. It was difficult to move for all the mayhem. I reached the bottom of the stairs and it was crammed with people so tight it was hard to breathe. The large, raised doorway and my exit was blocked by a man with an assault rifle. He wore a fluorescent jacket, marking his authority and visibility. He was "keeping the peace".My father was in the hall. He said "We need to get out of here!" so we doubled back to look for a rear exit. We found a room behind and under the stairwell with a small entrance. It had been made through a hole in the wall.
A dark room with low ceilings and high floors and people crowded round a barred window with no glass. They seemed to want to escape through a gap in the bars and so were drawn to it, almost mesmorised.
We entered and could see it was now light outside. We looked down on the street below. People crowded in mess and cars. When we tried to escape through the gap in the bars, we found the iron was scolding hot and we could not escape without severe burns. The reason for this was unclear but attributed to 'the situation'.
We left the room to find there was a nearby back exit with an open door to the street. We dashed through to find another man in fluorescent jacket brandishing an assault rifle. Everyone had formed orderly queues on the pavement, against the side of the building.
"Keep behind the yellow lines" he was telling us. This is what scared me, really scared me. That I knew we had to escape, I knew this. I knew that by staying we would eventually die. But because this man was ordering us to stay still, remain orderly and because everyone else was... I did.
[This is where my log of this dream ends, but what follows is what I still remember of how the dream continued]
Dad took a chance and grabbed a rifle from a patrolman who let his guard down. I believe he shot him dead. We may have acquired a gun each. We were now renegades and the authorities were after us. We crawled to a dusty knoll of grass and peered over. A bus approached, which we planned to commandeer, but Dad was possibly shot before we tried.
I awoke.
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