Me and Mom are walking down a strip mall, window shopping. We walk by a TV store. She wants a smaller one than the one that I want.
Suddenly it’s no longer a shopping trip, but apocalypse survival. Me and Mom, along with our group, need to steal some eggs from another group- a last resort to avoid starving to death. I devise a plan to steal the eggs from the group living in my aunt and uncle’s basement. Everyone thinks that my plan is to preemptive, but they go along with it.
We get in, and steal four brown eggs and one white one. A young girl spots me, so I duck into the downstairs office and hide under the desk. I throw up my hood of my orange and colorful hoody. The girl comes into the room and immediately finds me. She talks to me as if I’m a guy- as though she thinks I’m someone else. I hope that the hood keeps her from recognizing me- as it should so long as I don’t speak. My voice will give away that I’m not the guy she thinks I am. I try to wait her out- wait for her to leave me along so I can escape, hopefully, without casualties.
I’m outside in the yard of a school. It’s known that there’s ancient dinosaur bones under ground, but no one else takes the initiative to start an excavation. I decide to start it myself.
I don’t know the first thing about archeology, but I give it a go. I find some really cool dog skulls that I want to make into ornaments. I drill holes and put plastic hooks in them. This is obviously a really big no-no when it comes to ancient finds, as I find out when real archaeologists come outside and take over the dig. No one knows that I started it, and now that I found out that I messed up big time and everyone hates the person who did this, I keep it a secret. I don’t tell a soul and I play dumb, feeling bad the entire time. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of February 16th, 2015 (2 of 2)
Real-life characters: Mom.
Dream-created characters: My group, other girl, young girl, “boy that she thinks I am”, archaeologists.
Real-life places: Aunt and Uncle’s basement, office.
Dream-created places: Strip mall, TV store, chicken coop, school yard, dig site.
Different than real life: Me and Mom aren’t looking for a new TV nor do we have a disagreement about size, it’s not the apocalypse, my aunt and uncle don’t have chickens in their basement, I’ve never started an archaeological dig before, I haven’t thought about being an archaeologist since I was a kid, I know better than to put holes in skulls, I haven’t been in a school-type environment since I graduated in 2011.
Eggs = I’m house-sitting for my dad, taking care of his chickens. Part of that is collecting the eggs every day, which are mostly brown with some white ones every once in a while.
Starving = Probably due to the characters in The Walking Dead starving for food in the latest episode.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.