Not much of a nightmare, but worth talking about. So, I had a dream once that I lived in a giant city next to the ocean. All you could see from the highest point was buildings to the horizon, and an ocean with no current. No waves, nothing. The city was a sort-of post apocalyptic wasteland. Everyone who lived there was under the age of 30, and all the kids were orphaned. The kids were all parts of errant gangs, each fighting for food amd resources. The oldest guy in our group was like a dad to us. He told us about the old times, when everything was peaceful. Then the tides stopped coming in. There was no food. People started fighting, getting sick, turning on each other... One day all of us kids decided to set out, and find the end to the city. Most of the dream, from what I vaguely remember, was us running down alleys, streets, through buildings, and all the while I felt an intense fear. There were no monsters, no vampires, just a deep, foreboading, oppressive feeling that overcame me. Then I walked out of a giant warehouse on a hill after wondering for what felt like days. I thought I'd see an end to the city, but what I saw instead was more of this labyrinthian city. At this point I felt completely hopeless. Like, overwhelmingly hopeless. Like, I thought this was REAL. I thought this was my life.Then I turned around, heard a sound of thunder, and woke up. Kind of anti-climatic, but I brooded over this dream for days. It was crazy.
