Now last night's dream was no different, except for one thing. I feel I was a survivor during what might have been an earlier timeline of events; perhaps during the height of the Cold War, the early 1980s. As I casually strolled about the decaying post-nuclear world intact from what seemed to have annihilated all mankind, I was surprised by a fellow human survivor, a woman. She awaited, silently lurking from a balcony in the building where I walked past and she was cocking a pistol she had pointed right at my head. When I heard the click of the gun, I looked up and her pistol failed to shoot when our eyes met. He woman quickly receded into the dark balcony and pulled out a barrel, rusted but uncovered and proceded to douse me with what seemed like tar.
She asked me wearily to come up the stairs to the apartment where she lived and I did against my own better judgement. When I entered the place I could see a clear window at the far wall with a clear view of a plain infested with what seemed like cadavers and a few people walking amongst the dead. As I stood there admiring the decay of what remained of earth, music appears and it's not just any song, it's a dance theme from the 1980s but the name I cannot recall. We danced with what little energy we possessed and the dream faded away.
This made me wonder about the show on amc - the walking dead. In this show I had momentarily thought the timline was also undefined or early 1990s but then there is that one occasion where they arrive at a house where Carl, one of the protagonists finds a young kid's bedroom where he has a modern television and video game system. This was a dead giveaway to me that this catastrophe in their world happened around the present day in our world. Creepy.
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