I'll have to go through and check out this thread in detail, it looks like there's many very good dreams on here.
Anyway, I did have one such dream, and I felt compelled to write it down. The funny thing is, if I don't write down a dream within the day I have it,
I tend to forget many of the details, but this dream I, for what ever reason, waited about 3 months to write it down. Some of the details and
potentially important bits faded from my mind, for which I kick myself, but I got most of the meat of it.
To begin, as this dream started, I found myself in a suburban location, one which was surrounded by mountain ranges on at least two sides, possibly a
third. We appeared to be high in a cliff side, with a view over a vast city in a valley far below us. There were many tall buildings and city lights,
but unless you were at a high point, or at the edge of the suburb, you could not see the city. I found my self-sitting outside of a open air café or
snack stand of some sort. It had a bar like counter, with bar stools along it, and a few tables with umbrellas and chairs. To one side, a community
park sat, and around us were other house. One was the one I was calling home in this dream.
The place didn’t seem foreign, it seemed quite familiar, but I was still unable to know where I was, as though I had lived their forever, but had
never bothered to find out where it was in the grand scheme of things. I doubt it has a real world counter-part anyway.
[Thinking back on it, I have come to associate this place with Seattle Washington. The spire reminded me of the space needle.]
I was talking to the keeper of the stall, when around me I hear people talking. I turned to look and saw they were all looking to the sky. I looked up
and saw grey clouds covering the whole sky, but they were covered in a lacing of red-hot ash and cinders, with what looked like a massive funnel or
hole, open towards the ground, which was particularly thick with the red, firey ash.
On instinct, I decided to try and get a better look at the city, which we over looked. When I managed to get somewhere that I could see from, I saw a
massive black mushroom cloud from an apparent nuclear strike. I brief thought crossed my mind as to why I didn’t notice the flash or hear anything.
Immediately after that thought passed, I choose to return to what was my home in this town. Wind had picked up, and it was bitterly cold, where
moments earlier it had been warm. Snow seemed to have begun to fall, but my sense told me that was not as it seemed. My sense told me I should avoid
the snow. Around me, people were in cars and heading to their houses, none of them seemed rushed or panicked, maybe just shocked.
My family was living there, such as my mother, a young child, and some adults, possibly my brothers. As I walked into the home, the child was watching
T.V., and as he was watching his show, the channel went dead. The child tried other channels but they all started to go dead one by one. The guide he
was using was a Star choice guide and as the channels went dead, their buttons would get that faded out text look like what you get on the internet
when you have a button but aren’t allowed to click on it. He made some comment about that being weird, but I didn’t hear it.
Outside an odd incandescent purple speck fell past the window slowly. I moved to the entryway/garage and found my mother looking outside. The main
garage door was open, but their also seemed to be sections of the roof missing in this spot of the house. I remembered at this point, various accounts
and reports of a ‘purple rain’ and that this rain was deadly. I rushed forward and grabbed my mother’s arm and began to lead her back to the
house. One of the particles touched her arm and the section of skin where it touched discolored to a dark purple. I felt a twinge of something
unpleasant at the sight, but got her inside before anymore fell upon us.
We waited inside, huddled against one another in the living room, as outside, more of the rain fell. Unexplainable, more of the roof had disappeared,
this time over the hall way that had lead to the garage, and so, some of the purple rain was falling directly into our home, but well away from us. It
was however, falling upon our food storage, discoloring any of it it touched.
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