January 7, 2017 – Apocalypse
We (a small group of people of about the same age) found ourselves in an abandoned city, and the city had been abandoned quite recently. It was a small but developed city. We were hiding from someone. Some virus had wiped out half of the world’s population again, and on top of that, animals had gained some level of consciousness. But they hadn’t gone far from animal instincts, especially in terms of their behaviors and priorities, so we were scared. We feared that if we were discovered, we would die.
For some mysterious reason, animals could sense vibrations in the earth perfectly. Maybe they weren’t even animals, but alien beings pretending to be animals! Either way, we couldn’t move for long. We entered a large department store, which sold both food and everything else. We had to quickly gather what we would need for months or even years of lying on special shelves, because the vibrations from our movements on the shelves wouldn’t be sensed by the animal-like aliens.
From the window, we saw a crowd of monkeys dressed in human clothes running toward a car and overturning it one after another. We became even more scared and froze, trying not to make any noise, crouching close to the floor so the monkeys wouldn’t see us in the window, even though we weren’t on the first floor.
When the monkeys seemed to have moved away from the building, we needed to quickly position ourselves on the shelves and ensure our survival for a long time. I volunteered to walk around the store and gather what we would need while lying there waiting out the instability. I grabbed blankets, pillows, and, for some reason, feminine hygiene products. Only after I started handing these out to others did I realize that we would also need food, water, and a way to use the bathroom, and it wasn’t clear how we would manage all of this while lying on the shelves for years.
But it wasn’t needed, because there was a time jump, and the store turned into a train, with many more people on board. The vibration still attracted our enemies, but maybe there were certain time intervals when we could move without them noticing, or maybe our enemies had exhausted themselves, but the devastation continued, and we lived in the train… It wasn’t clear. At one point, I looked out the window of the train, hoping to see a spaceship that could take us home!
Don’t ask me where the logic in this came from; there was none, as it often happens in dreams. Still, even though the spaceship was wrecked, as if a bomb had exploded inside it, I somehow held on to the hope that it could be repaired.
It’s a shame the dream ended there.
February 15, 2017 – Wedding and Personal Conflict
I was visiting in a tall house. It was winter. It was fun there, and I got there thanks to an app on my phone, which shows events where people invite strangers. (For example, if someone has a birthday, they can mark it on this app, and anyone can come. By the way, this is a cool idea; I should develop it. Though, judging by the dream, maybe it’s not such a great idea.) We had sat at this gathering and were about to leave when we decided to see what other events were nearby that we could go to.
We found out there was a wedding in the neighboring house! It seemed I had already communicated with the girl beforehand, maybe on Facebook, so if we went, we wouldn’t be complete strangers.
There were two guys and my friend—one I had split from the year before, the one who wrote false things about me on her Facebook to get attention for one day from a crowd.
(Just a reminder—this was a very tragic event for me. I saw it as a betrayal after 14 years of friendship, and I cut her out of my life, but I still missed her and had just a few days ago talked about her again with another friend.)
We bought a mesh bag of éclairs, I don’t know why, to bring something with us. We decided that although it was the neighboring house, we’d go there by car. We arrived, parked in the garage, got out, and walked toward the entrance when we realized we had left the éclairs in the car.
I told the guys to go ahead, and I decided to go back for the éclairs. Somehow, I walked for a long time. By the time I got back, the guys had already reached the entrance, and suddenly I heard my ex-friend’s frantic scream from the window: “Natasha, run, get out of here!”
I started running. And, as is often the case in dreams, I was running slowly, if not nearly standing still. It felt like I wanted to run but couldn’t. Still, I somehow pushed through and ran along the neighboring house, forcing my way through a crowd of people and through some snowbanks. I then decided to enter the garage to get the car and leave, but at that point, the girl I thought we were going to the wedding with caught up to me. She was fragile, a little shorter than me, and her name was Olya. I felt a threat coming from her.
Olya said, “You have 10, 20, 30 minutes to talk with me.” I said, “Sorry, no,” and began gathering the éclairs that had been spread out on the table in the small room in the garage. She started asking me something and suddenly said, “Do you even realize that he (presumably the groom) is a hockey figure skater in a certain show?” It sounded like he was the president of the world, and I was there with my ‘pig face’… I had no idea what show she was talking about, and, of course, I didn’t show enough respect or acknowledgment toward her groom. Not to mention that they themselves had set up their wedding as an open-door event.
Though Olya had an aura of power, she was much smaller than me, without any weapon, and I didn’t feel afraid of her, but it was clear that I had to leave as quickly as possible. I said, “Sorry, I’m not interested.” She said something about her groom. I asked, “Where is he?” She replied, “He’s there at the entrance, finishing off your friend.”
I went outside and saw a giant, over two meters tall, a hulking man with an enormous protruding forehead, beating my friend, who seemed still alive but in shock with her eyes rolled back and mouth frozen in a silent scream. I felt incredible guilt, as all of this was happening because of me. I had decided to go to that stupid wedding.
I couldn’t leave it like that. I turned to him and decided to use the ingratiation that losers like him usually enjoy. I said, “Sir, excuse me, may I speak with you?” He stopped beating my friend and turned to me. I had never seen a forehead like his; it looked like a mass attached to his head the size of half a small ball.
He seemed to enjoy beating my friend, as it was obviously easy and fun for him. Even if she had wanted, she could have only tickled him at best, such was his size—like some concrete mass that no one could reach.
While he was distracted by the “insignificance” of my presence, I was trying to figure out how to grab my friend and get her to the hospital. It was obvious that this brute didn’t plan on killing her, but he didn’t hold back either. He was just teaching her (and everyone around) a lesson, and at the same time, having fun. When he stopped beating her and turned to me, he had a smug smile on his face. It was so easy to feel superior by beating someone who was much weaker than you.
He turned to his fiancée, Olya, and nodded toward me, saying maybe I could take over for the rest. I was terrified, but I didn’t run. Instead, I kept trying to appeal to whatever part of this creature might stop the execution—mine or my friend’s. I said, “Wait, wait, I can’t take this, I’ll die right away, I can’t stand pain, and besides, I have such an important time at work right now, I really can’t afford to be beaten…”
Now, of course, I realize how ridiculously it sounded. He said, “Okay!” and went to his car to get something. Olya watched everything from the side. It seemed like she completely agreed with what was happening. While he was searching through the car, I was trying to figure out what to do to save our feet and help her recover when he came back out and showed me his fists.
On his meaty fingers, steel rings sparkled. It was clear he had put them on as knuckle-dusters to enhance his blows. He was planning to have more fun and probably intended to beat me now, since my friend was already unconscious and probably no longer interested to him as a victim.
I was scared to death, and I started saying something like, “No, no, no!” and then I woke up, terrified.
February 20, 2017 – Time Machine
I and a few other people found a time machine. The mechanism for time travel was built into several really cool sports cars. These cars seemed to be ownerless but were kept at a secret military base. The base had such poor security that we snuck in at night and prepared the time-traveling sports cars for departure—our departure. This would have been the perfect heist—steal the cars and move back in time where you can’t be caught. One thing is searching for you in space, another in space-time—it’s full of unknowns.