Dream Recollections - Post Apocolyptic Nostalgia

Ever have weird yet meaningful dreams? Here's a random and interesting dream recollection of a friend of mine. Enjoy!

By: Anonymous M.

Fall - Unknown Date

Surrounded in a field of dead tall grass, saltmeadow hay, and phragmites, I found myself standing center-field in broad daylight with clear blue skies in the middle of nowhere.

The wind is soft sounding, steady and pleasant, for I am looking upon one abandoned rundown building near a distance. The building appears condemned, and full of rot with no glass in the window frames. 

A random man within the group (only individual to stand out) mentions of some treasure chests he can spot on the second floor. (cannot recall if he gave a number 2-3 or just bluntly said treasure chest in general). 

We enter the building and begin looking for materials to keep. I can recall looking for any survival goods rather than cash or any other sorts of jewelry. The group I was with was looking for just that!

I find myself at the kitchen, when It finally hits me, i am at the old apartment of my childhood home. A bit of nostalgia settles in as old childhood memories of the building itself settle in,  I remember every corner of the house, uttered with both joy and curiosity. Everything is the way I had left it.

 

 

The joy of finding things left behind from prescribed outdated medication, to yellow shop rite bags filled with bottles of water and orange juice.

 It isn't until I come across the rotten eggs, that the curiosity of wonder  finds me. Why have I left this home, and yet it wasn't a question of I, it was more a question of what happened to the people who used to live here, to have abandoned this home? It was strange. The question of the missing people who lived here suddenly did not revolve around me. But I know I used to live here.

Then the fear settled in, has something gone terribly wrong to have left this place and all its belongings behind? Was their something haunting about this place or an emergency of some sort? Where have the people who used to live here gone and are they okay? what has happened? 

Overwhelmed with unanswered questions and doubt I suddenly did not feel safe and wanted to leave this place. I didn't care for the items. Everything just became a mix of confused feelings but I knew the strongest of them all became the curiosity and fear as I was no longer happy to be there. Was I simply a ghost lost in time? A shadow of something that no longer existed, as the final realization of the people I am with never noticed me within the group at all.