This has been a recurring dream I've had over the past 6 months...sometimes it occurs in different places, but always with the same people(whom I have yet to meet) and the same atmosphere....

The first dream begins after some great disaster...I find myself among a group of people ranging from teenagers to people in their early 30s. Noone knows oneanother...we just find ourselves seeking shelter in this unusually shaped building(octogon shaped) atop a hill. Everything is dark and covered in puddles and mud. There are large windows and everyone has their faces pressed against the glass watching the skies(which are totally obscured by clouds of dust?...looks almost like night time it so dark). Then the clouds begin to swirl...just like in the painting"Starry Night" and a few of the men rush outside to see the sky. We know noone is to leave the building as they most likely shall never return, but the men are so awestruck by the skies that they go outside anyway. We lock the doors behind them even though they are the husbands and family of the many others inside the building, knowing that those who are exposed to the outside conditions at that time can never return. The rest of us are forced to wait it out until its deemed "safe".

My following dreams occur in the episodes where myself and my new companions travel westward or inland (we are trying to escape the flooding water)seeking shelter in old, nearly destroyed buildings, and seeking food, drinking water, and medicine in what used to be cities. Though many of us are injured, the healthiest of us are sent out in scouting teams into contantly collapsing building structures in search of these things( and many of these parties dont make it out alive). One thing is always constant, though: never get in the water. Though there are decaying bodies, debris, and chemicals in the water, our biggest fear is the unspeakable creature(s) that live in the water(perhaps a chemical mutation of a previously existing harmless animal?). No matter what the circumstances, noone enters the water.

On one of our food scouting missions, myself and three other women return with canned food and a bottle of antibiotics and must pass through a partially collapsed building to get back to the path. We find that the building was once a fine clothing store filled with the most beautiful designer gowns, shoes, etc., and we stop and examine the merchandise. One of the girls even puts on a gown. Then we all shake our heads and begin to laugh almost hysterically about how simple and different life was and that such rediculous things as fashion and beauty had so much meaning before...