Dream - Post-apocalyptic Winter
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kimurhoThe windows were opened yesterday, lots of pollen in the house. I took a Benedryl last night so I could sleep without drowning.
I dreamt - the world outside the Compound was Winter. Eternally blowing winds, no sun except a slight lightening of the skies at the height of noon, snow swirling.
The administration of the Compound had a Russian Soviet feel. Oppressive, authoritarian, intrusive into ever detail of person life. Very bureaucratic, very regimented.
I was a member of the revolution, working in small ways to provide relief for people from unnecessary hardships on the part of the leaders. When discovered, I would disappear and move to another part of the Compound as another person, fitting in smoothly - so efficient that I would be back at work undermining authority within months. The Compound was huge, composed of different regions with little travel between and that only on official business (which could be a problem).
One problem in the Compound was that people ... disappear. Not just revolutionaries like me, but other people. Gone without warning. Without explanation. Some succumbed to the endless darkness, the howling of the wind, the eternal fall of snow and took their own lives. Some went insane, walked out of the Compound into the cold and never returned. Some ... just disappeared. Their belongings ... the things they called theirs - the individual owned nothing, everything belonged to the Compound ... their things were redistributed to others. Mostly clothes - uniforms (we all wore uniforms, to indicate where we worked, where we lived, our social and gender status). There wasn't much in the Compound.
Population was dropping. The furthermost areas of the Compound were being emptied, sealed away, the inhabitants moved inward to areas still maintained. This was a danger to me, because people I had known ... who had known me when I had another name ... were showing up where I was. At one point, I was called by three different names. In the same office.
I almost caught in one of my operations, spotted well enough for a description to be provided. I had to move again but the Compound was getting smaller & more crowded, more chance to be seen by someone who had known me elsewhere. I was working on getting a different uniform in order to change my identity again when the word came - the sky was lightening. The snow had stopped. There were leaves on the trees.
I saw the sun rising - and woke up.
I overheard a conversation in the dream, just before the end, between a Matron named Dulcey and an older man who was at the stores to get different clothing as well. He was picking up women's clothing, at least. At one point, he plaintively said to her "I was gay most of my life." And I wondered, did that mean that recently he'd shifted his sexual identity and taken up with a woman? Or was he getting the clothing for himself because he wanted to shift his gender identity? I was hiding from them, from the Matron, so I couldn't ask. The clothing he was picking up was what I had discarded ... which had been used in the description. I worried that the Authorities would pick him up thinking that it was he who was sought.
I dreamt - the world outside the Compound was Winter. Eternally blowing winds, no sun except a slight lightening of the skies at the height of noon, snow swirling.
The administration of the Compound had a Russian Soviet feel. Oppressive, authoritarian, intrusive into ever detail of person life. Very bureaucratic, very regimented.
I was a member of the revolution, working in small ways to provide relief for people from unnecessary hardships on the part of the leaders. When discovered, I would disappear and move to another part of the Compound as another person, fitting in smoothly - so efficient that I would be back at work undermining authority within months. The Compound was huge, composed of different regions with little travel between and that only on official business (which could be a problem).
One problem in the Compound was that people ... disappear. Not just revolutionaries like me, but other people. Gone without warning. Without explanation. Some succumbed to the endless darkness, the howling of the wind, the eternal fall of snow and took their own lives. Some went insane, walked out of the Compound into the cold and never returned. Some ... just disappeared. Their belongings ... the things they called theirs - the individual owned nothing, everything belonged to the Compound ... their things were redistributed to others. Mostly clothes - uniforms (we all wore uniforms, to indicate where we worked, where we lived, our social and gender status). There wasn't much in the Compound.
Population was dropping. The furthermost areas of the Compound were being emptied, sealed away, the inhabitants moved inward to areas still maintained. This was a danger to me, because people I had known ... who had known me when I had another name ... were showing up where I was. At one point, I was called by three different names. In the same office.
I almost caught in one of my operations, spotted well enough for a description to be provided. I had to move again but the Compound was getting smaller & more crowded, more chance to be seen by someone who had known me elsewhere. I was working on getting a different uniform in order to change my identity again when the word came - the sky was lightening. The snow had stopped. There were leaves on the trees.
I saw the sun rising - and woke up.
I overheard a conversation in the dream, just before the end, between a Matron named Dulcey and an older man who was at the stores to get different clothing as well. He was picking up women's clothing, at least. At one point, he plaintively said to her "I was gay most of my life." And I wondered, did that mean that recently he'd shifted his sexual identity and taken up with a woman? Or was he getting the clothing for himself because he wanted to shift his gender identity? I was hiding from them, from the Matron, so I couldn't ask. The clothing he was picking up was what I had discarded ... which had been used in the description. I worried that the Authorities would pick him up thinking that it was he who was sought.
