Man, I had a very long and protracted dream last night, at least for a sleep lasting about 8 hours.
It started set sometime about five years in the future I would guess. I'm not sure who we were at war with, but it was either China or Russia I am sure, as a soldier in the dream mentioned something about commie bastards.
Anyways, starts out, me and my parents are sitting on the front porch of our house, when we hear air raid sirens going off. We go in and turn on the tv, to see several live footage shots of American cities getting blasted by nuclear warheads. My older sister and her husband are caught by and killed by a nuclear warhead as they try to evacuate Orlando.
Scene shifts to California, where my other older but younger of the two sisters is now married and living in San Diego. They survive the nuclear blast there and evacuate via boat to a newly formed island just off of the coast. My sister's husband, his father, and two friends head out on the boat one day several weeks later to go fishing. One of the friends is driving the boat, and heads torwards a fog bank near shore. The other three keep saying that it isn't a fog bank, too weird looking, and to turn around. The driver is drunk from too many beers, and drives into the fog bank. The three hold their breath, and the drunk friend coughs violently, drops on the floor, and dies. They try to turn the boat around, but the other three all die too. Back at the island, my sister and some of her friends go swimming, but while in the water they starting turning green and dropping dead in the water. Everyone is like, get out, but most of them die in place. My sister luckily survives.
Turns out whoever launched the nuclear attacks has now followed up with some biological chemical attacks to finish off whatever is left.
Anyways, my sister and the others evacuate the island before it is overcome by the fog and come upon the ruins of Los Angeles, which is overrun by gangs that survived the blast there. They've converted several of the still standing skyscrapers into super BMX biking and motor-cycle stunt tracks at tall heights and are having the fun of a lifetime. My sister and the others are recruited on the spot as nurses and doctors for the casualites. They tell the gangs about the strange fog banks and everything, and the gangs reported they see no such things. They stay there for a few weeks and have a hoot, but one day a highway man comes running into town reporting a strange deadly fog heading torwards the town. My sister and the others evacuate. The gangs stay in the town and all die. They head north torwards Portland Oregon. They stop in Eureka, and meet an American Marine Battalion, involved in some kind of fighting with invasion forces. They stay there awhile with the people and help them get patched up, but are suddenly surronded by strange fog on all sides. Two of my sister's friends get in a car and get away, but my sister, her other friends, and all the marines are killed by the gas. From what I could tell in the dream, the other two that got away eventually die also.
Ok, time shift, several months later. We win the war, and whoever we were fighting against is totally extinct as a civilization according to news reports. But everyone west of the Mid-west are all dead, and a great chunk of people in the Mississippi and Ohio valleys are also dead, along with most of the North-East, plus wherever major cities are located at everywhere else. And there are still fog banks going around killing people. A big bank is about to kill many of the survivors of Tampa and Orlando, all in Lakeland now, including me and my family, but a tropical storm comes in and the rains produced by it douses the fog and renders it harmless. Me and family are sitting in the backyard of my grandfather's house, and a cow, looking sickly green and producing a small mist everytime he breathes, comes out of the bushes and torwards us. We shoo it away with sticks and such, and the cow heads back torwards the forest, but not getting there before it drops down, convulses violently, and dies. A friend of mine calls me, turns out there setting up a new United States goverment in western Oklahoma, and wants to know who all survived. And from there, we go on, live happily ever after, re-creating a new world. The end.
So yeah, that's pretty much it. So realistic of a dream too.
It started set sometime about five years in the future I would guess. I'm not sure who we were at war with, but it was either China or Russia I am sure, as a soldier in the dream mentioned something about commie bastards.
Anyways, starts out, me and my parents are sitting on the front porch of our house, when we hear air raid sirens going off. We go in and turn on the tv, to see several live footage shots of American cities getting blasted by nuclear warheads. My older sister and her husband are caught by and killed by a nuclear warhead as they try to evacuate Orlando.
Scene shifts to California, where my other older but younger of the two sisters is now married and living in San Diego. They survive the nuclear blast there and evacuate via boat to a newly formed island just off of the coast. My sister's husband, his father, and two friends head out on the boat one day several weeks later to go fishing. One of the friends is driving the boat, and heads torwards a fog bank near shore. The other three keep saying that it isn't a fog bank, too weird looking, and to turn around. The driver is drunk from too many beers, and drives into the fog bank. The three hold their breath, and the drunk friend coughs violently, drops on the floor, and dies. They try to turn the boat around, but the other three all die too. Back at the island, my sister and some of her friends go swimming, but while in the water they starting turning green and dropping dead in the water. Everyone is like, get out, but most of them die in place. My sister luckily survives.
Turns out whoever launched the nuclear attacks has now followed up with some biological chemical attacks to finish off whatever is left.
Anyways, my sister and the others evacuate the island before it is overcome by the fog and come upon the ruins of Los Angeles, which is overrun by gangs that survived the blast there. They've converted several of the still standing skyscrapers into super BMX biking and motor-cycle stunt tracks at tall heights and are having the fun of a lifetime. My sister and the others are recruited on the spot as nurses and doctors for the casualites. They tell the gangs about the strange fog banks and everything, and the gangs reported they see no such things. They stay there for a few weeks and have a hoot, but one day a highway man comes running into town reporting a strange deadly fog heading torwards the town. My sister and the others evacuate. The gangs stay in the town and all die. They head north torwards Portland Oregon. They stop in Eureka, and meet an American Marine Battalion, involved in some kind of fighting with invasion forces. They stay there awhile with the people and help them get patched up, but are suddenly surronded by strange fog on all sides. Two of my sister's friends get in a car and get away, but my sister, her other friends, and all the marines are killed by the gas. From what I could tell in the dream, the other two that got away eventually die also.
Ok, time shift, several months later. We win the war, and whoever we were fighting against is totally extinct as a civilization according to news reports. But everyone west of the Mid-west are all dead, and a great chunk of people in the Mississippi and Ohio valleys are also dead, along with most of the North-East, plus wherever major cities are located at everywhere else. And there are still fog banks going around killing people. A big bank is about to kill many of the survivors of Tampa and Orlando, all in Lakeland now, including me and my family, but a tropical storm comes in and the rains produced by it douses the fog and renders it harmless. Me and family are sitting in the backyard of my grandfather's house, and a cow, looking sickly green and producing a small mist everytime he breathes, comes out of the bushes and torwards us. We shoo it away with sticks and such, and the cow heads back torwards the forest, but not getting there before it drops down, convulses violently, and dies. A friend of mine calls me, turns out there setting up a new United States goverment in western Oklahoma, and wants to know who all survived. And from there, we go on, live happily ever after, re-creating a new world. The end.
So yeah, that's pretty much it. So realistic of a dream too.
