Dreamt that I was in this wooded area where people lived in small bungalow-style houses. I think it was my family that lived there, but I don't know for sure. There were mountains in the distance and I think a mine somewhere to the outskirts of the community. I remember the mine because I decided to walk to it on the day of the dream, but as I was going, I saw this tree that looked evil. It looked like a normal tree, but I could tell, so I got closer and I saw the tree's branches had turned ashy and black at the edges. They had the texture of when you see a whole mound of ants on a part of the sidewalk: bumpy, pulsing. Shiny black. I could tell this sickness would spread to all the trees, so I ran back to tell people.
I think I must have woken up or else forgotten what happened in between that dream and the next part of it, because the next part I remember is that everyone was being moved into the subway system because there was something bad related to the trees happening in the world. I was afraid because I didn't know where my family was and if they were safe. I was on the subway tracks with other people moving down and in the offshoot tunnels I could see people standing or sitting in eerie quiet. I finally got to a section of tunnel meant for me and the other people from the small community. The offshoot was clean but it was poorly-lit and cramped. I stepped out of it to peek into the next one over and saw my mother, brother, and sister. When I went to see them, I learned my father had died. They had with them a cardboard figure they'd dressed in his clothes, which frightened me.
The dream started in a multi-tiered commercial building (not a mall.) The architecture reminded me of Ohtori Academy the way it's depicted in AoU.
Later, me, my brother, and some other family members—I think my cousins—went to this white, bean-shaped zoo building. There were multiple 'rooms' with animals inside. The rooms were big and sparse and the paths were curvy and made no sense. I don't remember the other rooms very well, but I remember going in one room and the path was bent in all kinds of weird ways, including a portion that was practically flat against the wall. There were dingos under one portion of the wall and I looked at them and saw they were malicious, intelligent creatures who wanted to hurt us very badly but could not unless one of us entered the small bank of sand they were on, surrounded by water. My brother kept getting dangerously close to them, and I remember being frightened by how wide their mouths opened and the way I could tell they were waiting for someone to slip up.
It’s been a few days since I had a dream I could remember more than disjointed fragments of. I was in a snowy small town, the main feature of which was the long white road that cut through it. I was with my aunt at first, and we went inside a small desi store that was bigger on the inside. Cramped, but with tall ceilings and shelves. There were a lot of imported candies and other things of that nature, but I remember the prices were all exorbitant and I had trouble picking something out for my sister. I think it was my sister, at least.
Later, “I” was on a dog sled but without dogs or even the sled, going down the road fast. When I looked to my side, there were wolves running in the creek by the roadside. I came upon a small bungalow, the first in a small series of houses by a bend in the road where the creek widened. Everything was very sparse and reminded me of the smaller towns that crop up further north. Suddenly, I was with people. In my memory, they were my siblings, but there were more than two of them and I cannot remember what they looked like. I had the feeling there was something dangerous outside beyond the wolves, so I assumed the house was empty or abandoned and we went inside. It was dark and stereotypically old-white-people, cozy and ominous.
Still dressed in our heavy winter clothes, we tromped to the sitting room, which was at the back of the house. There was a sliding door to the backyard on one wall, behind the old TV set, and a single screen door to the side of the house on the wall next to it. The lights were off, but things were visible through the cold white daylight coming in through these doors. The lighting was berry stark. As I looked, an older woman banged on the side door and announced that she knew we were inside and that we were seeking shelter, and that she was not angry and it was her house and she would allow us to stay; but I sensed she was lying and we hid, though I knew she had seen me. Later on, I looked out the backyard door and saw a man standing there, watching me back.
I remember being over a giant city in some kind of low-flying craft and looking down at the puffing chimmneys and sprawling industrial complexes and, later, being on a bus in a city with too many roads. The bus took a ramp up onto this very high highway that was only one-way and I realized that we were on the wrong way. I was standing on the bus holding the pole with a boy from my high school, and in the dream, we sang a Hana Vu song together, I guess because we were scared. I remember a wooden hallway in a dense forest and speaking to someone in it.
I was at the dinner table with my family when Jesse sat next to me (I guess he lived with us.) My mom asked him what was wrong because he looked despondent and he said that one of his grandparents had died. Suddenly, Daryl Dixon of TWD fame was there and said something about going out. I asked my dad if I could go with and he said yes.
I don't remember *how* we got there, but eventually we got into the first floor of a mall in a plaza-type area where there were a bunch of a zombies we had to kill and Daryl said that he thought I did a good job (☺). We came out to the highway from the first few episodes of Season 2, only it had flooded into a river. We drove a car through it and there was a middle-aged lady in the backseat who was our friend, too, I guess, but I don't know who she was.
We saw lots of weird things in the river, like a man playing bongos on top of an overturned car and a weird angled shot of a man swimming inside to see a corpse tangled in seaweed. Finally, we made camp at the side of the highway and I remember us joking around. Later on, we went to a bookshop on a sloped street where life seemed to be normal. There were lots of strip malls and children playing in their parking lots. The bookshop was stocked with slim, strange books and was very thin, really more of a hallway. At the other end of it was a glass door looking at the higher end of the street, at the top of which was a squat castle made of multiple seperate buildings. All along the edges of it were clustered mushrooms that were actually tiny houses.