New Dreams
I recently had the same dream three nights in a row. In looking back at what I've written here, it seems that this became somewhat of a repository for odd dreams for future reflection.
I, along with all of my friends, existed in some sort of world where we were forbidden from leaving our houses, but had to do so to collect the raw materials we needed to live. We used them to build things, and if we stopped building, we would die. All of our other needs were not a concern. There had been a war largely against robots/drones, most of whom had since disappeared or stopped working, but there was still always the possibility that one would find you and kill you.
I sneaked out of the house one day to go scavenging, the "outside" being just the inside of a larger structure. To ensure their safety, everyone else remained inside. None of us knew what to expect outside, so there wasn't really any way to prepare. All we knew was that nearly everyone who had gone out had not returned, and those who did not were presumed dead.
The outside was laid out in a grid, and pretty much everything was destroyed, yet still pristine in its whiteness. Along the streets there were loads of bullets, but there were none in the areas between the streets.
I looked up and saw that the inside of the structure was set up to shoot at anything that was traveling in the streets, but it didn't seem to be functional at that point
I cautiously moved farther away from the house. I then noticed a robot patrolling, but it didn't seem to be functioning properly. I began to hide from it, and then I noticed C. had left the house as well, but was proceeding in a manner that suggested she was completely oblivious to any danger.
I approached the robot and I realized it was just lonely. To both comfort and distract it, I held on to its hand.
C. had reached me by that point, causing the robot to get suspicious.
I then realized that the robot could activate the overhead projectile system, and that we would be killed if it did so, unless we could trick the projectile system into killing it instead of us.
I noticed that all the sections within the grid where there were no bullets were white, but I was wearing a bright red shirt. Concluding that the projectiles where somehow programmed to target color, I took off my shirt and, not letting go of the robot's hand, slid it along my arm and on to his.
I warned C. that as I let go, we would need to hide under a white blanket in the grid section next to us. I counted to three, let go, rushed to the grid section, and covered ourselves.
Bullets started raining down on everything that was not white, including the robot, completely killing it, but we were safe.
I, along with all of my friends, existed in some sort of world where we were forbidden from leaving our houses, but had to do so to collect the raw materials we needed to live. We used them to build things, and if we stopped building, we would die. All of our other needs were not a concern. There had been a war largely against robots/drones, most of whom had since disappeared or stopped working, but there was still always the possibility that one would find you and kill you.
I sneaked out of the house one day to go scavenging, the "outside" being just the inside of a larger structure. To ensure their safety, everyone else remained inside. None of us knew what to expect outside, so there wasn't really any way to prepare. All we knew was that nearly everyone who had gone out had not returned, and those who did not were presumed dead.
The outside was laid out in a grid, and pretty much everything was destroyed, yet still pristine in its whiteness. Along the streets there were loads of bullets, but there were none in the areas between the streets.
I looked up and saw that the inside of the structure was set up to shoot at anything that was traveling in the streets, but it didn't seem to be functional at that point
I cautiously moved farther away from the house. I then noticed a robot patrolling, but it didn't seem to be functioning properly. I began to hide from it, and then I noticed C. had left the house as well, but was proceeding in a manner that suggested she was completely oblivious to any danger.
I approached the robot and I realized it was just lonely. To both comfort and distract it, I held on to its hand.
C. had reached me by that point, causing the robot to get suspicious.
I then realized that the robot could activate the overhead projectile system, and that we would be killed if it did so, unless we could trick the projectile system into killing it instead of us.
I noticed that all the sections within the grid where there were no bullets were white, but I was wearing a bright red shirt. Concluding that the projectiles where somehow programmed to target color, I took off my shirt and, not letting go of the robot's hand, slid it along my arm and on to his.
I warned C. that as I let go, we would need to hide under a white blanket in the grid section next to us. I counted to three, let go, rushed to the grid section, and covered ourselves.
Bullets started raining down on everything that was not white, including the robot, completely killing it, but we were safe.