Dream Journal
It was close to the end of the world - buildings were going up in flames, the sky was an eerie dark mustard color, and very few people were still alive.
My dad, Melissa, and I were all that was left of our family. We took two puppies and went to the community disaster center at the church. I decided that we needed to claim a sunday school room before they all get filled up.
I walked down the hallway and checked out each one, but the only one available was at the end of the hallway across from the surprisingly full nursery. I didn’t want that room because, being at the end farthest from the main section of the church, felt too exposed. Instead, I figured I could snag the nursery when the people come to pick up their kids.
We piled all of our bags and food and other possessions in the foyer of the church. Melissa and I sat down on top of our clothes and coddled the two puppies who were being very obedient and not running away.
We watched alien prisoners of the enemy aliens file into the church for safety. They were refugees, and were steel gray in color. The enemy aliens bomb the end of the church and a large fire erupts - I was then very glad I chose to not take the empty room on the end of the hallway.
Melissa, Damon, Bridger, and I managed to get out of the church and ran to a cabin back in the woods a ways. We felt very safe, but we had no supplies and needed milk. I mentioned that I had milk in my refrigerator back at my apartment. I told the group that I didn’t know how long the power had been off, but the door hadn’t been opened since so it should still be pretty cool inside. I continued that if the milk was bad, I had some powdered milk under the counter that just needs mixed with water.
We were then crawling down the shoulder of a wide dirt road. There were a lot of abandoned cars parked along the edge, and we crawled behind them. As aliens marched up and down the center of the road, we prayed that they would remain oblivious to us.
Themes: Aliens, Dad, End of the World, Melissa