I had the weirdest dream last night. The setting was obviously post-apocalyptic, though my dream was sadly lacking in backstory. It had a gritty, Mad Max-without-the-violence vibe, but we didn’t seem to be living in fear of zombies. Not sure what happened, but we were clearly living in dark days.
Periodically, we sent small groups of people out into the unknown, where they were to somehow discover what had happened and…do something. Save the world, maybe? When a suitable time had passed, those of us left behind in the colony would gather to test whether or not these intrepid souls had succeeded in their mission. How?
We’d gather around a small screen and try to re-pin a photo of a cute bunny on Pinterest.
My alarm went off just as we were trying to pin for the fourth time.
Somebody once told me I should keep a dream diary and try to analyze what my subconscious is trying to tell me, but I’ll be honest. I consciously don’t want to know what’s going on in my subconscious because it’s a strange, strange place.