- There are no human bodies or remains left behind
- Everyone in the entire world cleared the streets - most dying at home.
- There's no 'residual ash' left over, no planes that fell from the sky, the virus infected the entire population, but they died overnight leaving nothing but clothes, jewelry, keys, etc behind.
The night before last - I'm having one of those dreams nightmares where I know I'm in a dream but I just can't wake up, in part because of how real it feels.
The dream starts like this - I'm in a military cargo plane, it's flying low and dimly let - lots of reds - and I overhear my commanding officer say something to a guy I immediately identify as a CIA spook, a few words of which I overhear "They're all 5th year, they'll be fine".
Turbulence begins buffeting the plane - as the C130 plane - as it feels like it's going down - fast - too fast. I look outside the windows - and I see these massive steel fans with rapidly rotating blades as far as the eye can see underneath - the wind combined with the blades suggests they're clearly being used in part to prevent any airborne object from entering the area, let alone descend. I immediately think 'this is a suicide mission'.
That CO speaks up "Your ONE and ONLY objective is to infiltrate OPS. We have no reliable ground based intel on where OPS is, and no way to extract you. Good luck"
The cargo plane veers down, and is immediately struck by a rotating blade, sheering off the right wing of the plane. The left wing rotates down, as the pilot struggles to control it and pierces a strange foggy veil that obscured the ground - and sees a long courtyard area - barely managing to get the plane to land on its belly as we skid to a halt.
I realize the rear of the cargo plane's open - and still confused - I keep telling myself "This is a dream, I need to get out" - but someone shoots at the opening from outside. So I run outside, and head towards a building. The whole time I'm saying to myself "Wake up, wake up, wake up" - but I'm not. So I keep running.
The city reminds me of something out of Bioshock - polished, stainless steel everywhere, and I'm being chased by guys with guns. There's nowhere to really hide - so I run towards these polished stainless steel humps - what looks like could be the top part of a covered generator under ground - as these guys are approaching me.
Again. I'm saying to myself "Wake up, wake up, wake up".
And finally. I'm shot, and immediately wake up.
I look at the time - in real life. It's about 5 am. "Just a dream", right?
I fall back asleep. It's like a light switch - I'm immediately back in this area - this time I'm roughly in the same area - but there's no one around. It's like I've been resurrected in the same spot. But I'm still out of it - and walk like I own the place - and boom - I'm being shot at and apprehended again in front of one of the buildings.
I immediately wake up. It's like a light switch.
"What the hell?" I think. It's like not a dream, a dream requires sleep, right, but this - I'm feeling no transition - not like I'm sleeping, but like I close my eyes to fall asleep and I'm immediately there.
This pattern repeats itself a couple times - and I start to panic. I'm SO tired, not able to fall asleep, because every time I try - I'm being chased and shot at in a world that feels - perfectly real. I know it's Russian territory, I know I'm - like I am now - a government worker.
So finally. With the panic. It's about 7am, I've only gotten about 2 hours of actual sleep - I decide to stay up. Not interested in 'that dream' again.
Needed to capture this experience somewhere, as it didn't feel like a dream.
Felt like I was in an actual alternate reality or parallel universe. It was so real, and the only escape was by challenging the nature of it. Last night's sleep was thankfully restful and dreamless.
But those fans. And the suicide/kamikaze mission. Weird.