So, after finally falling asleep around 4 a.m. last night, here are the images that woke me up every half hour or so until 7:30:
People sitting around. I realize that there are people talking, I walk around and see that they have no bodies. They are basically heads in boxes sitting on chairs talking. I was thinking “They can’t be alive can they? Can you live without a body?!” They were alive, but miserable because, hey, they have no bodies. That one woke me up.
I’m hiding out in an apartment and trying to peek out the blinds. There are death squads outside – basically people who are hunting down the folks in the apartments and killing them. I’m trying to peek without letting them see me, but I moved the blinds too much and it caught the eye of someone outside.
Now I’m hiding in an almost-deserted part of a burned out town. There are odd doors and big pieces of wood stacked up and other people are trying to hide behind anything that is big enough. But, since hiding places are scarce, any time you find one, you run the risk of being killed by another person trying to hide. Again, I’m awake.
I’m at the back end of a huge industrial-like garage. I need to get out of there. But there are a line of swinging columns in front of me, with only a tiny walkway between each. I realize that the swinging columns are actually long streams of molten metal and, if I get too close, the heat will burn me. There are a bunch of people in front of me, and I try to avoid them, but I end up bumping a guy in a suit with briefcase. He goes flying backward, drops his briefcase and may have fallen into the blazing metal (not sure). His fall momentarily stopped the moving columns and I made a dash for the door. Yup – that dream woke me up also.
I’m trying to walk around but realize there are hidden cameras all over the place. I don’t want anyone to realize that I just escaped into these hallways, but I’m not stealthy enough. I end up looking right at the camera, which is a dead giveaway that I don’t belong there.
I’m at a gas station and suddenly, someone starts jumping around, slashing people left and right. He’s jumping around a lot, so I figure he must be a mutant frogman (don’t ask me how). I jump in the car with someone else and we try and leave, along with other cars. The frogman shoots out his frog tongue and picks up another car and flings it in the air. We speed off down the street, but the frog guy is zipping after us, throwing out his tongue, which can cut a person in half if it catches you.
hmm…maybe that’s how those people lost all their body parts. And with that…..I wake up for good.
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