I finished reading V for Vendetta again and watched the crappy movie adaptation again, so it probably influenced the scenes of my dreams.
All of these scenes are from the same dream, I think:
I was working/volunteering in a hospital and I was on a motorized wheelchair or some kind of cart and having fun going from station to station through the corridors. I remember stopping at a nurse’s station and there was a poster on the wall. It was about 12 x 15 with blue lines. I remember glitter snowflakes that were added and it was about something wintery. The ends were curled up and looked like it had too much humidity or possibly dried after water was spilled on it.
This probably came from an idea I had about having the apocalyse/end of the world happen during the holidays so there are Christmas decorations even in the warm months.
I remember a foul smelling fridge in some classroom and I left and walked out of a building.
After the government and law and order all collapsed, I remember walking down the street watching rioters and looters. I remember looting from discarded purses and boxes and even dead people. I took only what I could carry and needed. I remember hiding behind a bush from some crazy person in a elaborately decorated cloak.
I walked through the hospital (I think) with a policeman/army guy for “protection.” He was young and had so much protective gear on. He had guns and tear gas canisters. He wore a helmet that looked thin compared to the rest of him.
I thought his clothing made him a target.
We went up an elevator, but I stayed in the corner near the buttons. When the door opened, someone shot the cop in the head. I thought, “I knew his clothes and weapons would make him a target!”
I walked out quickly, but calmly. I don’t know why I was there and if I was looking for something, but I went through on autopilot. I noticed the people who were shot were people with weapons so I held my hands up as I walked through, hoping to look less like a target.
I remember being home (my current place) and getting stuff in the kitchen despite being in a towel right after a shower. My upstairs neighbor met me at the door and said that his roommate left, so now there are only four people in the house. This would mean there were two people living downstairs.
My neighbor gave me breakfast food, in case I needed it. It was two Little Debbie brownies and three similarly sugary snacks in white packaging. I said thank you, but made a bowl of cereal instead.
The door blinds have a gap and I was annoyed that he stood there so long, especially since I only had a towel on.
As a way to rebuild socially after the Fall, some community “leaders” had us survivors line up in two random lines and walk toward each other. We shook hands with the person in front of us and they told us we should not only look out for our own survival, but those standing across from us.
Somewhere in there, I went to a store with an old coworker. We looked at a ruler, scissors, and pencils. She bought a ruler and other supplies and seemed sad when I didn’t buy anything. I said I remembered I already had the items. I took a plastic-covered pencil I was holding and put it in her stuff.
I said, “Here you go!” Then, removed it saying, “Just kidding. I don’t want you arrested for shoplifting.”
It was more of a flash, partly because I got excited about being there before. The dream started in a subterranean compound with a large group of others and I was waving someone over. I don’t know if it’s from another dream or from a book I read.