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This morning I woke up remembering a very vivid dream, probably actually several of them, I for some reason felt compelled to write them down.
I was in my families old apartment, what I was doing there I can’t say I remember. My sister was sick and the disease was very odd indeed, it seemed to be turning humans into a sort of grey goo (they only turned into the stuff once they died, before they looked progressively more sick, unhealthy, and began acting unstably, their sweat was also weird) , now only humans where affected as evidence by a nearby suitcase that seemed to be covered in the silver/white stuff. I somehow knew the disease was a machine (an artificial life form) and that it was based on silicon. Being awake I realize it must have been some kind of nanovirus. She got worse; se was in pain, while I trying to figure out how to something about it, as I made a note into a book filled with what where sever equations, I can’t say what they where (since I don’t remember) but as far as I can tell they where dealing with phenomena on the quantum scale (wtf Did that have something to do with the virus, was I trying to sabotage the it somehow?), as I put the book away I think I began checking her temperature, she bit my hand, she said it was because she needed to bite something because of the pain, I said it was an instinct planted to ensure the diseases spread.
I moved away, noticed I was bleeding just as my sister begun to slowly show signs of decompose into the goo I left the room locked the door. I tried to find my father to explain to him why it is unsafe to try to enter the room and why he should avoid infected people. I couldn’t find him, despite having seen him a few min ago, before entering the room, I looked outside it was desolate and abandoned. I found my mother in the apartment, she was unstable, she kept forgetting what I was telling her, and she didn’t listen to my instructions. At that point I began to assume we where all infected and would soon die and become unstable, not only that I also began to believed it was impossible to find a cure in the little time I or that humanity had left, not only was that most of the people in the city where either dead, dying or very dangerous, ore even two of those things at a time, something remarkable considering it was a normal town this morning.
I’m now assuming that whatever it was broke out just a few hours ago, I didn’t “know” this in the dream, I’m deducing it from the fact my baby sister was still in daycare. For some reason I thought it was possible babies and very small children might be immune to the stuff. I told my mother to start preparing stuff we might need for a treck somewhere safe, I got down to write up a few details about my sister, I knew I would be dead before long, but if could get her to a safe place and if some adult was immune to the sickness, my little sis would at least know something about herself. As I wrote down a few things, I seemed to know what I was writing (I’m not quite sure how this is possible, I distinctly remember hearing somewhere that you can’t read in dreams, this really freaked me out the first few seconds of when I was awake, I somehow didn’t feel like what I saw was just a dream), I currently remember explicitly writing her date of birth, or what in the dream world was the date of birth. Now as I walked down the stairs with my stuff I began to collapse, as I imagined a desolate daycare center with no sign of any potential surviving kids & babies, someone must have in their madness killed them off, or perhaps a few where still around, hidden. I think I died after that, can’t really tell if I did since I woke up at that poinz.
The first dream ended here, about 10 min later I feel asleep again.
I was in my families old apartment, what I was doing there I can’t say I remember. My sister was sick and the disease was very odd indeed, it seemed to be turning humans into a sort of grey goo (they only turned into the stuff once they died, before they looked progressively more sick, unhealthy, and began acting unstably, their sweat was also weird) , now only humans where affected as evidence by a nearby suitcase that seemed to be covered in the silver/white stuff. I somehow knew the disease was a machine (an artificial life form) and that it was based on silicon. Being awake I realize it must have been some kind of nanovirus. She got worse; se was in pain, while I trying to figure out how to something about it, as I made a note into a book filled with what where sever equations, I can’t say what they where (since I don’t remember) but as far as I can tell they where dealing with phenomena on the quantum scale (wtf Did that have something to do with the virus, was I trying to sabotage the it somehow?), as I put the book away I think I began checking her temperature, she bit my hand, she said it was because she needed to bite something because of the pain, I said it was an instinct planted to ensure the diseases spread.
I moved away, noticed I was bleeding just as my sister begun to slowly show signs of decompose into the goo I left the room locked the door. I tried to find my father to explain to him why it is unsafe to try to enter the room and why he should avoid infected people. I couldn’t find him, despite having seen him a few min ago, before entering the room, I looked outside it was desolate and abandoned. I found my mother in the apartment, she was unstable, she kept forgetting what I was telling her, and she didn’t listen to my instructions. At that point I began to assume we where all infected and would soon die and become unstable, not only that I also began to believed it was impossible to find a cure in the little time I or that humanity had left, not only was that most of the people in the city where either dead, dying or very dangerous, ore even two of those things at a time, something remarkable considering it was a normal town this morning.
I’m now assuming that whatever it was broke out just a few hours ago, I didn’t “know” this in the dream, I’m deducing it from the fact my baby sister was still in daycare. For some reason I thought it was possible babies and very small children might be immune to the stuff. I told my mother to start preparing stuff we might need for a treck somewhere safe, I got down to write up a few details about my sister, I knew I would be dead before long, but if could get her to a safe place and if some adult was immune to the sickness, my little sis would at least know something about herself. As I wrote down a few things, I seemed to know what I was writing (I’m not quite sure how this is possible, I distinctly remember hearing somewhere that you can’t read in dreams, this really freaked me out the first few seconds of when I was awake, I somehow didn’t feel like what I saw was just a dream), I currently remember explicitly writing her date of birth, or what in the dream world was the date of birth. Now as I walked down the stairs with my stuff I began to collapse, as I imagined a desolate daycare center with no sign of any potential surviving kids & babies, someone must have in their madness killed them off, or perhaps a few where still around, hidden. I think I died after that, can’t really tell if I did since I woke up at that poinz.
The first dream ended here, about 10 min later I feel asleep again.
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