High water and hell
Jan. 13th, 2025 06:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed we lived in a world where seas were rising exponentially, and many had taken to living on ships. Civilization was mostly broken down. I was on a ship that was tossed interminably by grey waves. The chief of our tribe sent myself and another scout to the mainland, which in this case was Texas, somewhere near Dallas, to investigate a community there. I was just happy to get off the water.
I found in a sort of large, pueblo meeting house what might have been the last of the Boomers, as it were: very aged post-hippie and yuppie types, their faces creased with age, whiling away the time, generally happy and oblivious to the incessant rise of the seas. Deep inside this structure there was a horrific machine: at least 20-30 people had been hooked up to electric chairs that lined the edges of a room, where one flick of the switch would kill them all at once; all that remained in the chairs were slowly rotting skeletons. I intuited, as with all dreams, that another tribe was converging on this otherwise happy place, and that they would soon add the inhabitants to the victims of these chairs, whomever they were.
My goal was to ascertain whether there was viable land or gold among these folks. They heedlessly gave me some bags of gold, and continued swinging in their rockers, oblivious to the encroaching doom. I headed back to the ships.
I found in a sort of large, pueblo meeting house what might have been the last of the Boomers, as it were: very aged post-hippie and yuppie types, their faces creased with age, whiling away the time, generally happy and oblivious to the incessant rise of the seas. Deep inside this structure there was a horrific machine: at least 20-30 people had been hooked up to electric chairs that lined the edges of a room, where one flick of the switch would kill them all at once; all that remained in the chairs were slowly rotting skeletons. I intuited, as with all dreams, that another tribe was converging on this otherwise happy place, and that they would soon add the inhabitants to the victims of these chairs, whomever they were.
My goal was to ascertain whether there was viable land or gold among these folks. They heedlessly gave me some bags of gold, and continued swinging in their rockers, oblivious to the encroaching doom. I headed back to the ships.
