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30 July 2013 @ 06:39 pm
Feeling Crabby  
So, I had another dream that I remembered.

I was in a gymnasium, or probably a dining hall, sleeping on the floor along with dozens of other people. The walls were all dilapidated, the floor was grubby, and everything was halfway along to being a location in Fallout 3, but one where more than ten people could be in the same room at the same time. There was a kitchen along the side of the room, with the doors out to the hall on the right side and a set of toilet stalls with their doors missing on the left. Hygenic!

The room was full of people, and everyone woke up (go to sleep, wake up in the dream!) and started milling around, wiping the sleep from their eyes, etc. I woke up in the sleeping bad across from someone who I think was my friend, but I can't remembering anything about them now. Anyway, we chatted for a bit, then some people came in and sit down on the toilets, and everyone started to line up. It turned out that work assignments were being given out, and people were queueing up to get tasks to do to earn money. I guess it was some kind of post-apocalyptic commune, but I don't remember enough details to be sure. I also don't remember whether they used bottle caps as money or not.

I stood in line and chatted with my friend, and when we eventually made it to the front, we got a task to go mop and clean. Not the room everyone was sleeping in, although that surely could have used it, but instead we needed to take keys to unlock the area that we had to go and clean. I don't remember exactly what happened, except I know that at somepoint later, the dream rewinded and restarted exactly the same as it was before...except this time, I was a sidewinder crab.

I woke up, chatted with my friend, got in line with a much lower point of view, and eventually climbed up onto the counter so that I could actually talk to the people handing out the jobs. I got the same cleaning job, picked up the keys in one claw, then had a moment of panic. How was I going to handle the mop if I had to hold the keys in my claw?! Of course, how I was going to open the door didn't occur to me. Nor did why all the humans in the hall not care about the crab who was adamant about helping clean up their living space. Then I woke up.

It was like some kind of domestic Tale of the Heike crossed with the pointlessness of CRPG fetch quests. Or like a LucasArts adventure game.
 
 
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marianlhmarianlh on July 31st, 2013 02:29 am (UTC)
I've had a few post-apocalyptic dreams over the years, but in none of them was I ever a crustacean.