The Cyborg Leader of the Apocalyptic Resistance
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A lot of this dream took place in space or some kind of crazy floaty-void. The events are all kind of jumbled up, but I will try to lay them out as neatly as possible. I am the only recognizable person in this dream. I was supposed to be a cyborg that was rumored to be super-smart, but I was running at normal human capacity. There was one guy who recognized me and said he could fix me, but I refused, happy with how I was and knowing it would be a painful process.
I started out in a school, I think specifically a Catholic school or some sort of religious place. I was trying to find classes or something, not so much like I was a student, but like I was a guest, perhaps to teach something. Strange things started happening at the school, but I don't remember what exactly. I tried to get as many kids out of there as I could. Then the entire school started moving, like someone was driving it through the streets as you would a car. People in the city were running and screaming, as it destroyed buildings and streets. The kids still left inside became evil and were under a spell which had no regard for their lives. Some even tried to kill themselves.
I formed a resistance of people willing to fight, as the city became more and more destroyed and there were people out in the streets. I led them all over, searching for a safe place. We received a message from the leader of the opposing force, saying they had this certain kid, and that if I wanted him alive to give myself up. This was a special kid. He was a genius, and probably 12-15 years old, but acted more like he was in his thirties. He was very short for his age and had dark, curly hair, and was brave and chivalrous. Knowing this was all a trap to lure me out of hiding, I decided I needed to do it anyway. I had the guy who recognized me as a cyborg fix me so that I could come up with a better plan in order to save this kid, despite how much I knew it would hurt. He took out a screwdriver, and stuck it in my ear to tighten some things and loosen others. When he was done, the resistance somehow got a message to the dark-haired boy, perhaps telepathically, informing him of our plan.
When I arrived at the spot the evil leader had told me to meet him, I found the dark-haired kid high up, stuck to a pane of a stained glass window on the church school. There was a deep gully filled with clear water below the school. After a bit of dialogue between me and the leader, I gave the signal and the kid jumped off from his perch and dove into the water far below. I did the same at the moment he did, and I showed him to this place under the water where a building had collapsed and it had left a large air pocket where we could breathe for a while. Once the leader had decided we were dead because no one had come back up to the surface, he moved on in his school-mobile. The rest of the resistance I'd gathered met me then, as we came out of the water. We walked on, trying to find somewhere to rest for the night. As we went up a concrete staircase inside an old parking garage, the dark-haired kid kindly offered to let a young golden-haired girl go first. Later on, I pulled her aside to tell her I think he liked her, to which she excitedly agreed.
We retreated to a refugee camp we found inside this garage, where they were handing out food to whomever they could. This night it was rice. Apparently the blonde girl had never had rice before, but the dark-haired boy assured her she would like it.
It seemed like the world was becoming more and more destroyed, until we were just all floating around in space clinging to fragments of buildings, and the bad guys had their one building left. We hid among the rubble of other buildings, floating in space. The bad guys shot something at us, hitting one of the adult members of our resistance (who looked like the ice-skating dude from The Incredibles) and blasting him off into space, to be lost forever.
I devised a plan with the dark-haired boy to infiltrate the bad guys' compound. We would sneak in disguised as a family wanting to rent a room. I guess that's what they were doing for people who met their criteria, which was that you had to abide by their idea of what a proper 1950s era family should be like. They were all a fake '50s perfect family looking for others like them. I think they had a big 'family', so I can't really remember everyone. I went in as a daughter, and there was an older guy for the father, a sexy older lady as the mother, and two more younger women who were also daughters. We snuck the short, dark-haired kid in a suitcase. We all had to dress the part, with the father in a button-up sweater and us girls in skirts and such. Where it kinda was an apocalypse and the earth was destroyed, it was sort of hard finding clothes of any kind, so we did the best we could. I think some of the other daughters wore shorter skirts than a proper '50s young lady should have, but it worked out later on. I ended up wearing this white top with skinny straps. I had to fix one of them with a safety pin because it had broken. The bottom part of it was flowy.
So anyway, the bad guys' fake '50s family had to interview us before giving us a room to see if we fit their ideals. The two 'fathers' talked for a bit, then the mother and the other two attractive daughters started dancing kind of seductively for the bad guys, like giving lap dances almost. Well, I guess for some reason this convinced the leader, so they took us to our apartment. Instead of letting us get settled in, he wanted to have dinner with us, in our apartment. It was all set up when we walked in the room, so we put the suitcase down on the mattress, hoping the kid could sneak out and do what he needed to do. (I guess the plan was that he would set a bomb.) So we all sat down at the long table with the leader's 'family'. I sat across from his 'son', who was this darker-skinned guy, like mocha, unlike the pasty white of the rest of them. He was fairly good-looking, with his hair shyly covering part of his face. He was different than all the others, and not treated well. It was as if he was tolerated, but barely. He didn't seem evil at all. I'm not sure why he was a part of this group. When I sat down he introduced himself and said I was beautiful or something, which he was evidently immediately regretting having said. I thought it strange that he would be interested in me instead of the two sisters who had given the lap dances, but I smiled back at the comment anyway. The last thing I remember before I woke up is right before the bomb was to go off and we had to make our escape, I grabbed his hand and took him with us.
