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I had the strangest, most vivid dream last night. I was a prisoner in a post-apocolyptic war. I had been set up by my own general to be captured. He had fueled my jet pack with only enough fuel to get me to enemy lines and sent me off. I was spotted in the air and they surrounded me as I fell. I was shoved inside a narrow, broken-down lighthouse. There were about seven other prisoners, allies to my country. When the tide came in, it came in. Into the lighthouse, filling it up almost completely. We prisoners treaded water and tried to hold onto openings in the cieling, which we soon realized were some kind of electrical socket. Everytime someone put their hand to the cieling, they were shocked. The tide went down eventually and it was raining.
There was a lot more to the dream. But I can't place it vividly enough to write about it... But when we heard people speaking French outside our tower we screaned "Nous aidez!" but they couldn't hear us. We were left there until it was silent all around. For days and days we almost starved. Eventually we found a way out. Onto a deck way up high. We were trapped there but at least we had rainwater to drink. One of the prisoners commited suicide by jumping off of the deck into the ocean. Eventually, we heard and saw people coming again, vacationers. We screamed for them and they heard us but they didn't care. There was nothing they could do, and besides we didn't matter because we were just remnants of a different time. In the end, we were swept into the ocean by the tide and drowned.
There was a lot more to the dream. But I can't place it vividly enough to write about it... But when we heard people speaking French outside our tower we screaned "Nous aidez!" but they couldn't hear us. We were left there until it was silent all around. For days and days we almost starved. Eventually we found a way out. Onto a deck way up high. We were trapped there but at least we had rainwater to drink. One of the prisoners commited suicide by jumping off of the deck into the ocean. Eventually, we heard and saw people coming again, vacationers. We screamed for them and they heard us but they didn't care. There was nothing they could do, and besides we didn't matter because we were just remnants of a different time. In the end, we were swept into the ocean by the tide and drowned.