A new dream!
It is afterwards. After the object has fallen from the sky,
after the virus has infected the majority of the human race. I am staggering in
the darkness through the countryside. My legs ache and my feet are blistered,
as if I’ve been running for days. In the distance I wonder if I can hear these
‘new’ people, the infected ones, but in my rational mind I know that they
mainly stay in the towns and cities – better pickings there. They are not going
to pursue me over fields and hillocks, and yet still I run.
It’s incredibly dark. Of course it’s been dark for a long
time now, but the countryside is like stumbling through sheer blackness. I have
fallen and tumbled so many times, I even think my shoulder might be fractured.
But still I go on, even though I know there’s only a small chance I’m being
chased, it’s still enough to spur me forwards.
Suddenly I find myself at a ridge. Hearing (or imagining)
some nearby sound, I desperately try to scrabble up at it, kicking away with my
feet and aching arm. Finally I pull myself to the top and beyond is like
heaven.
There’s a house, a grand old house, but one that is actually
lit and so looks protected. The light from it shines into the sky so ethereal.
With a gasp of joy I start pelting towards it.
I dreamt this in my room within The Manor, a large house in
West Wales. The house in my dream – and we all had the same dream last night –
is clearly The Manor.
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