Wierd arsed dreams
Jul. 6th, 2004 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalSo my doctor gave me a perscription for an anti-biotic and a nasal steriod to clear up possible strep throat. I don't know if it's responsible for the dream I had last night, but I wouuldn't be terribly surprised.
I dreamt about a buisness man of some sort wandering around an airport. The world was having a problem with the Living Dead, and had fallen on hard times. The airport was in near ruins, but was still running regular flights to a few limited destinations. The air was dark, and there was a sleazy amusement park/fair nearby, which you might wander into if you weren't careful. It was run by the living dead, which ranged from the mindlessly cannibal to the merely sleazy and unsociable (and who possessed a sort of "Innsmouth Look" which marked them as Different, but could pass for human if you weren't looking.) The Dead weren't considered a major threat anymore, but you had to be careful around them lest they take advantage. Sleeping in strange abandoned buildings was NOT recommended.
Eventually the businessman reached the ticket counter of the one remaining airline. It was named United States Airlines and was a sort of Amtrak-like government enity. There were perhaps five or six destinations availible, and the prices were token ($5.00 to the most expensive destination, but you had to pay in coins, not paper). The ticket counter was manned by a gentlemen wearing a bright blue suit and a loud flag tie. His face was heavy and lined, his hair was peroxided into immobility and dyed blond (sorta like the Nature Boy from the old WWF days). He looked like nothing so much as the charactiture of a politician, and was desperate for business.
The man took a flight to somewhere. A very rich woman in first class was giving a female Living Dead flight attendant a hard time, refusing to be served by her, but other wise nothing was happening. Upon arrival he found himself in a semi-pastoral community, which keeping itself civilized despite everything. He checked into an inn whose upper floors turned out to be ruined and inhabited by the 'bad' form of Dead, but otherwise nothing bad happened. He walked up a dirt road, green fields of tall grass on either side of him, and came to a school. It was in an old university, but catered to grade-school children. There were hundreds of chidren on the grounds, basically happy, but playing with old, muddy, and broken toys. The man approached the entrance to the school, where a teacher was demonstrating a sort of large chemical drip that could be used to detect signs of being Different in children at a young age (where something could be done) or in adults (where nothing could be done). The man knew he was tested, though he didn't know when, and the teacher told him she was sorry, but he had to die. The man understood, and when asked whether his death should be painful or gentle, asked that it be painful, because he deserved it.
Then I woke up.
I dreamt about a buisness man of some sort wandering around an airport. The world was having a problem with the Living Dead, and had fallen on hard times. The airport was in near ruins, but was still running regular flights to a few limited destinations. The air was dark, and there was a sleazy amusement park/fair nearby, which you might wander into if you weren't careful. It was run by the living dead, which ranged from the mindlessly cannibal to the merely sleazy and unsociable (and who possessed a sort of "Innsmouth Look" which marked them as Different, but could pass for human if you weren't looking.) The Dead weren't considered a major threat anymore, but you had to be careful around them lest they take advantage. Sleeping in strange abandoned buildings was NOT recommended.
Eventually the businessman reached the ticket counter of the one remaining airline. It was named United States Airlines and was a sort of Amtrak-like government enity. There were perhaps five or six destinations availible, and the prices were token ($5.00 to the most expensive destination, but you had to pay in coins, not paper). The ticket counter was manned by a gentlemen wearing a bright blue suit and a loud flag tie. His face was heavy and lined, his hair was peroxided into immobility and dyed blond (sorta like the Nature Boy from the old WWF days). He looked like nothing so much as the charactiture of a politician, and was desperate for business.
The man took a flight to somewhere. A very rich woman in first class was giving a female Living Dead flight attendant a hard time, refusing to be served by her, but other wise nothing was happening. Upon arrival he found himself in a semi-pastoral community, which keeping itself civilized despite everything. He checked into an inn whose upper floors turned out to be ruined and inhabited by the 'bad' form of Dead, but otherwise nothing bad happened. He walked up a dirt road, green fields of tall grass on either side of him, and came to a school. It was in an old university, but catered to grade-school children. There were hundreds of chidren on the grounds, basically happy, but playing with old, muddy, and broken toys. The man approached the entrance to the school, where a teacher was demonstrating a sort of large chemical drip that could be used to detect signs of being Different in children at a young age (where something could be done) or in adults (where nothing could be done). The man knew he was tested, though he didn't know when, and the teacher told him she was sorry, but he had to die. The man understood, and when asked whether his death should be painful or gentle, asked that it be painful, because he deserved it.
Then I woke up.
