Dream notice

[sparksol]

I wasn't exactly me in this dream. I was shorter, and more outdoors-capable (nonallergic.) Also a bit else that I'll get to.

The landscape is very like that of my own home, but with only one human-made dwelling: part of an old trailer that had one end smashed off and built onto with wooden shedlike material. I had just gotten back there with a girl who I think was either my girlfriend in this dream or else someone who had no other hope of shelter, and I was showing her around the place. We were on foot, I think motor vehicles had all run out of use.

Inside was mostly empty, but at one end was a kind of fold-out dresser containing my extra clothing, some of which had once been my dad's, and an outfit or two left over from my mom. (They were both gone from my dream. Dead or moved away, I don't know.) The girl (I was reacting like she was indeed a significant other) didn't have much else to wear, so I let her have my mom's stuff, which consisted of a couple dresses and some shoes. She changed into the newer clothes almost immediately upon being given them, inside the structure. But instead of leaving while she changed, I just laid on the floor face down and covered my head with a sleeping bag. And peeked anyway (though my camera-viewpoint didn't change, and was focused on my head covered by the sleeping bag.) There was a throwing of pillow and some chuckling.

Sometimes some other people would show up and have joined our little group. There was another two guys, another girl, and a girl who was very religious personally, and amazingly didn't try to foist it onto any of us. Seems I was also amazingly strong, though I was careful not to let the others know for some reason.

We'd found and gathered together some books and materials, and were being somehow successful out in the middle of nowhere here. Insomuch as an extended camping trip can be considered successful. After some time, some things catapulted over the trees, landing near our site. One end looked like a splitting maul made from a small log, with a shovel handle instead of a plain handle. Noises of other people (and racuous, noisy people at that) coming began to happen. I hid the books we'd found, I'm not sure why.

The newcomers all had an insignea on their clothes. They seemed surprised to see other people, as they were just coming to get their tools back. When they asked us to come withthem and join them, we (the others, that is) politely declined, I shook my head and grunted. They seemed put off by this response, and said someone else would be back later to meet us.

After they'd gone, a couple of us got to work building a framework for a small shrine miss-religious had been wanting. I also dug a huge pit and moved trailerhut/sleeping structure into it, covering it with some garbage and a tarp or two. Amazingly, no one asked why, though they looked at me funny. We had an old thick wooden table we all ate at and stayed at during the daytime, anyway. It was too unpleasant indoors except for sleeping anyway.

That night (after I'd hidden the books again and also myself) a man in grey robes, two people in almost-black robes, and about twenty unpleasant-looking people - all of whom had that same insignia on them somewhere (and no, I couldn't say what that was. It was just a marking for showing they were all part of the same organization.) The man in the grey (I'm guessing the leader. Brilliant deduction, eh?) requested a little forcefully that we join them up at their temporary camp before heading into a new town they'd been building. He mentioned some of the benefits, like steady food and water, solid structures to sleep in, many other people to be sociable around, and the idea of safety-in-numbers.

One of the guys said he preferred being out here in the wilderness, and the others seemed hesitant given the attitude of mr. leader and the others, given that they looked like belligerant mob-mentality peoples. The leader frowned, said something to a couple other dark-robed peoples up the trail, and a glowing white fence appeared, which seemed to encircle the whole place. one guy and the religious girl tried to run for it at this point, but our land was now somehow filled with large toothy plants and people in white hooded robes and nothing under the hoods. The girl got farther, but was running back here, and got caught and held by a whiterobe thing. She was screaming terrifiedly and crying, and was walked back to mr. leader, who lit a candle, and handed it the girl, who now moved slowly and weak-willed-ly. He gestured to ourtable, andthen to the shriney-thing. She carried it to our eating-table, which now had lots of kindling under it, and lit it up. She helped carry it (along with mr. leader and a couple goons) to the shrine-frame, and she sat and cried while it burned. Mr. leader then said they'd be back tomorrow at sunset and ask one more time if we felt like joining up with them. And they left.

In the morning, both guys and the religious-girl were grudgingly ready to walk up to their camp, asking if we were sure we wouldn't come with them, pointing out each of the horrible things they did and might be able to do besides. The girl said god might help us, and I told her that god would not help us; that god didn't seem to be of much help to her last night, either. I said that last night's events were mostly just illusions, and that I'd have no part of those peopleses fear-mongering. I asked if any of them could explain where those whiterobe-things had come from, or where they'd gone. Where were the toothed plants, or that glowing fence? I claimed it was all an illusion, except for the fire. Grey-robes and herself made the fire happen, and we were fortunate that had been burned instead of our barely-concealed 'house'.

I said that the rest of them could or even should hide, and that when the others came back, I'd...persuade...them to leave. That if they were going to use strong-arm-twisting tactics on us, I'd reciprocate.

Then I crouched down, put my arms around a fair-sized slightly withered pine tree, and stood up, pulling the tree out of the ground. I held it like a club over my shoulder with one arm, somehow without falling over, and looked at the others, who just stared with wide eyes.

Then I woke up.