Bretrick
Well-known Member
- Location
- Perth Western Australia
Last nights dream was a little disconcerting.
There appeared to be some kind of catastrophe that wiped out most of the population but left all the buildings intact.
There I were wandering the city for who knows how long. Definitely months, there were people keeping up appearances, well dressed etc, there were those who seemed to have given up, dishevelled hair, tatty clothing, body odour.
With all the buildings in tact, everything was available to everybody.
Myself? I seemed to be having a ball of it, wearing what might be called gaudy clothing, always drawn towards true blue.
I suppose there was this understanding the the power grid would give way eventually so I took precautions, ie, using elevators as little as possible.
Being as everything was available to everyone, (there seemed to be no police or other authorities present), places not normally accessible to the hoi polloi were open slather.
I entered some very richly adorned buildings and was enjoying this period of free for all.
Then, ignoring my own caution I entered an elevator with wall to ceiling mirrors, pushing the roof button, the lift begins to rise then the power cut out.
Sudden realisation swept over me. This is were I will die. Inside an elevator covered with mirrors, total darkness, no chance of rescue.
I awaken, 3.30am, time for work.
There appeared to be some kind of catastrophe that wiped out most of the population but left all the buildings intact.
There I were wandering the city for who knows how long. Definitely months, there were people keeping up appearances, well dressed etc, there were those who seemed to have given up, dishevelled hair, tatty clothing, body odour.
With all the buildings in tact, everything was available to everybody.
Myself? I seemed to be having a ball of it, wearing what might be called gaudy clothing, always drawn towards true blue.
I suppose there was this understanding the the power grid would give way eventually so I took precautions, ie, using elevators as little as possible.
Being as everything was available to everyone, (there seemed to be no police or other authorities present), places not normally accessible to the hoi polloi were open slather.
I entered some very richly adorned buildings and was enjoying this period of free for all.
Then, ignoring my own caution I entered an elevator with wall to ceiling mirrors, pushing the roof button, the lift begins to rise then the power cut out.
Sudden realisation swept over me. This is were I will die. Inside an elevator covered with mirrors, total darkness, no chance of rescue.
I awaken, 3.30am, time for work.
