Age 17 nightmare
I just woke up from a really vivid nightmare.
I was in some kind of world mixed between ZELDA skyward sword and Mario galaxy.
It was a lovely location that I travelled between past, present, and future.
The past was a beautiful place, ruins covered in plantation and beauty that we
people populated to live in. The present was like current day, where everybody
I knew was around me. The future was similar to the present, but with tension.
In the past I wandered through the ruins meeting people who were building these
lovely places out of pearly-coloured stone. I wandered and met with a bunch of
my friends and classmates. This carried me to the present where I could go to
the center of the city or below it. I travelled downward and joined a pretty
party, occasionally flying and jumping out of the reach of monsters, which were
spawning in this place of civilization that I didn't think much about. These
monsters started off small: little fluffy pink things or nasty birds that
everyone just beat off with sticks. I was going to this underground party in a
park, dressed well and meeting people like Emily, Katrina, and two older boys
who in my dream I called sempai, but now I can't remember. When it was really
dark and the party kept going, I realized that there were traitors among
us--people summoning the monsters, making then bigger. These people, every time
they saw me, attacked me because I knew their secrets. There was a strange
short man with a violet top hat, and a doglike cartoon creature, and a pretty
pastel coloured lady that matched the city at daytime.
They were summoning these beasts that we could no longer fend off, things like
dinosaurs with spear teeth and these frightening ghouls that chased me through
the city before I found other people to defend myself with. Between the madness
of beasts roaming through gated and quarantined areas of the city, we kept our
nocturnal lantern-lit parties, frenzied by dancing and dresses and laughing at
people who would get ambushed by beasts that slipped inside the safe zone--I
wasn't laughing but I saw people do it. The top hat man was angry with me
because I kept escaping him, flying away out of everyone's reach when the
beasts came.
People were wasting everything. Food, water, energy, landfills full of rotting
garbage were piling up.
Then, the future segment.
I was wondering through the middle-area of the city
when I saw the top hat man, dog, and woman standing on a block that used to
belong to the ruins. He laughed maniacally, sprinkling his hands so these black
dusty spheres of darkness sank into the ground. That's when things went wild.
Monsters everywhere. Everywhere I ran and slipped by--the chain link fences,
the park, the areas of the city suspended over the sky (for it was a sky city,
one that was floating)--monsters everywhere. Some were wolf-like, bat-like, skeleton-like. People were screaming, dying,
being eaten; the parties were stopped, now we had to fight or run. It was like everyone broke from a sluggish stupor, a bunch of drugged lambs that wandered and awoke in the middle of a hungry pack of lions. We had no
means to fight off those things, so we ran. They were eating the people, the
food, the daylight.
I grabbed a backpack full of food, running madly away from the monsters,
jumping and climbing and gliding from all parts of the city. I approached
friends to see if I could defend myself with their group, but they turned
towards me with rotting flesh and distant eyes. The monsters had eaten them;
now they were going to eat me.
I was terrified.
I ran to the streets, seeing at first total emptiness. Nobody was there in
those pearly streets; all the vegetation was silent. I turned to look off a
skybridge and saw one of my friends, a boy with a silly expression, whose face
was turning tomato red and his teeth were gnashing.
"What's wrong?" I asked him hesitantly.
"Nothing, everything's fine," he laughed, and the laugh sounded off, breathless.
He held up molding junk. Molding garbage--wires and rotted carrots and plastic.
He ate it, chewing slowly and with sickening crunches. "I'm trying to
reduce waste," he murmured with a grin, waving the maggoty carrot in my face.
"Want?"
I backed away and he looked hungrily at me. I turned to run.
Everything was quiet except for the strange moans of the people. They were
being transformed into a new kind of monster. Like zombies, but fast, strong,
cunning. They were closing in on me, one of the last people left in that part
of the city.
In the bizarre way dreams worked, I grabbed a honeybee and tried to use it to
fend for myself, though the bee was very difficult and small to use. As I waved
it, the zombie people backed away, groaning and whispering like a torrent of
monstrosity. I realized the bee was my salvation.
When I threw a flower at the bee, which escaped out of my fingers, the whole
thing grew gargantuan a big, bee-like pillow, filled with honey and strength. I
realized one bee wasn't enough to carry me away from this place, so I found the
hive, which was being terrorized by two zombies in this small dingy room
underground. I lured the zombies and some of the bees away with the honey from
my first bee, and then shut myself inside to speak with the small queen bee of
the hive.
It turned out I had saved the little queen bee outside, which was the large and
cartoonish one that blew up with honey, and the old queen bee was grateful. I discussed my escape plan with them
and they agreed to help.
I wanted to wait until things died down outside, so I
ate my food in the eerie silence, waiting a hundred years. The bees waited patiently with me. I tried to open the door again after a long, long time. The small crack I
revealed hit me with a grotesque vision and scent. Piling up the whole door was
a swarm of zombies, wanting to eat me.
I was the last one. The last foodsource.
I sat down in cold sweat, and that was when I woke up.
What a visually stunning dream. Even now I can remember the locations, though
the events were a little difficult to recall.
As I fell asleep again later in the morning, I had continuations of the dreams, but it was less dire and less scary as endings. I don't remember them, but I do know that I waited out the storm of zombies, and into a safe haven. It was a big house with big doors and gates, and we could only house so many survivors, so we had to turn some away.
Yikes.
Analyzing it now makes me think that the zombies are my fears and worries and stress, while the bee (being whimsical and flighty and flowery) are my tendencies to escape. I have to face my fears because I no longer have anything to defend myself with. I feel like I can't escape them or survive them. But the latter dreams herald that perhaps my confidence had just taken a vacation for the first dream. Ahah.
