peacefuljeffrey
06-13-2004, 10:58 AM
A couple of nights ago, I had a very disturbing dream. The feeling of it stayed with me all through the day and even into the next night.
The dream was about nuclear holocaust, all over the world. If you've seen Terminator III, and remember the end, you know what I'm talking about.
In my dream, mankind had screwed up big-time, and computers or machines took over and started nukes going off all over the world.
In one scene of the dream, I was standing with a bunch of Soviet-type politicians aboard a big air force bomber, and a door was open on one side (not real life, but hey it's a dream) and I was looking down at the ground below (this was probably rooted in my recent skydiving, i.e. spotting out the door). A computer voice came over the intercom to inform us that the computers were commencing bombing. Then the plane pulled up hard, having let go a bomb, and out a window in the tail of the plane, we saw the explosion happen and the mushroom cloud build. It was a sickening feeling.
Suddenly I was no longer in that setting. I was on the ground in some unknown neighborhood. It felt like it was here in Florida, but it was nondescript. Some neighbors had banded together, we knew something was very wrong in the world, and suddenly we started seeing nukes going off in the distance here and there, in all directions around us. One close to us had a mushroom cloud building, and the cloud was overarching us gradually, and we knew that if we didn't leave we would soon be covered in fallout from the bomb.
I remember being with several people, and we started to engage a sort of survivor mindset. We knew we'd have to start roving around to find safe refuge, so I remember saying that we'd need rifles and other weapons. I myself had my AR-15 already, and I suggested that we go house-to-house (they were all abandoned) to see if any of the neighborhood homes had guns in them.
A little while later, a bunch of us were in a car, driving who-knows-where. We were trying to flee the general vicinity. It was getting stifling hot! The air temperature was in the high 90s, easily, but probably more like 110 - 115. There was noplace cool you could find. Electricity was a thing of the past, and so refrigeration was finished. I had a moment's thought that I would never, even if I managed to survive, eat another cold thing in my life. That was a powerful realization, and a distressing one.
As we drove, we realized that the car would not work for long, as the temperature was bound to get so hot that the air wouldn't be dense enough for combustion. (I guess, though, that cars would work up to a temperature high enough that humans would die, though. But it was just a dream. It made sense in the dream.) Someone looked out the left side of the car and saw a pair of sneakers that had been thrown up onto a telephone line and hung by the laces. The sneakers were scorched from either air temperature or radiation or both, and the rubber Converse soles were melting! We rounded a corner, and because the car's tires were softening and beginning to melt, too, we almost lost control, and the car almost tipped over. We recovered, but found suddenly that we were on a road choked in both lanes of our direction with cars, stopped and unable to make headway. That's all I remember.
This is not the first time I've dreamed of catastrophic nuclear demolition. In other dreams, I've actually died in a nuclear blast. (It was strange how it was painless, and I just froze in place as my body was vaporized with a tingly sensation.)
I've died in lots of dreams -- even a suicide. In that one, I was being hunted by the original Terminator. I had a handgun, like a .45, and I had fired at him repeatedly but of course it didn't stop him. So as he advanced toward me, I barricaded myself in a room, put the gun to my temple, and blew my own brains out. I had reached a point of hopelessness, I knew he was coming for me, and I didn't want to die at his hands, so I did it myself. I lay slumped at a school-type desk, dead. The Terminator came in, and since he's a robot weighing like 350 lbs., he knelt with both knees on my back, crushing my torso against the desk, to make sure I was dead. I was aware of his presence the whole time, but I felt no pain because I was already dead.
Blue skies,
-Jeffrey
The dream was about nuclear holocaust, all over the world. If you've seen Terminator III, and remember the end, you know what I'm talking about.
In my dream, mankind had screwed up big-time, and computers or machines took over and started nukes going off all over the world.
In one scene of the dream, I was standing with a bunch of Soviet-type politicians aboard a big air force bomber, and a door was open on one side (not real life, but hey it's a dream) and I was looking down at the ground below (this was probably rooted in my recent skydiving, i.e. spotting out the door). A computer voice came over the intercom to inform us that the computers were commencing bombing. Then the plane pulled up hard, having let go a bomb, and out a window in the tail of the plane, we saw the explosion happen and the mushroom cloud build. It was a sickening feeling.
Suddenly I was no longer in that setting. I was on the ground in some unknown neighborhood. It felt like it was here in Florida, but it was nondescript. Some neighbors had banded together, we knew something was very wrong in the world, and suddenly we started seeing nukes going off in the distance here and there, in all directions around us. One close to us had a mushroom cloud building, and the cloud was overarching us gradually, and we knew that if we didn't leave we would soon be covered in fallout from the bomb.
I remember being with several people, and we started to engage a sort of survivor mindset. We knew we'd have to start roving around to find safe refuge, so I remember saying that we'd need rifles and other weapons. I myself had my AR-15 already, and I suggested that we go house-to-house (they were all abandoned) to see if any of the neighborhood homes had guns in them.
A little while later, a bunch of us were in a car, driving who-knows-where. We were trying to flee the general vicinity. It was getting stifling hot! The air temperature was in the high 90s, easily, but probably more like 110 - 115. There was noplace cool you could find. Electricity was a thing of the past, and so refrigeration was finished. I had a moment's thought that I would never, even if I managed to survive, eat another cold thing in my life. That was a powerful realization, and a distressing one.
As we drove, we realized that the car would not work for long, as the temperature was bound to get so hot that the air wouldn't be dense enough for combustion. (I guess, though, that cars would work up to a temperature high enough that humans would die, though. But it was just a dream. It made sense in the dream.) Someone looked out the left side of the car and saw a pair of sneakers that had been thrown up onto a telephone line and hung by the laces. The sneakers were scorched from either air temperature or radiation or both, and the rubber Converse soles were melting! We rounded a corner, and because the car's tires were softening and beginning to melt, too, we almost lost control, and the car almost tipped over. We recovered, but found suddenly that we were on a road choked in both lanes of our direction with cars, stopped and unable to make headway. That's all I remember.
This is not the first time I've dreamed of catastrophic nuclear demolition. In other dreams, I've actually died in a nuclear blast. (It was strange how it was painless, and I just froze in place as my body was vaporized with a tingly sensation.)
I've died in lots of dreams -- even a suicide. In that one, I was being hunted by the original Terminator. I had a handgun, like a .45, and I had fired at him repeatedly but of course it didn't stop him. So as he advanced toward me, I barricaded myself in a room, put the gun to my temple, and blew my own brains out. I had reached a point of hopelessness, I knew he was coming for me, and I didn't want to die at his hands, so I did it myself. I lay slumped at a school-type desk, dead. The Terminator came in, and since he's a robot weighing like 350 lbs., he knelt with both knees on my back, crushing my torso against the desk, to make sure I was dead. I was aware of his presence the whole time, but I felt no pain because I was already dead.
Blue skies,
-Jeffrey