Dreams, gun violence, death
Last night I dreamt of a world, one after the end where nature reclaimed much of mankind's works. I was a salvager who gathered mechanical and electronic parts and traded them to others for food and drink.
But more than that, I was a tinker, and I discovered a commune in a shelter that expanded into a cave network. They gave me food and shelter in exchange for my parts and labour, but more than that they had a huge supply of electronics, from household computers to oscilloscopes to mainframes, even an old camcorder, and my imagination lit up as to how this could connect people again.
One commune member did not agree with the idea, said that computers were what brought about the end and shouldn't be in the hands of people. We argued. He pulled a gun and shot, to my surprise, but I replied in kind. I had a vest of homemade omposite plates. He had a jumpsuit.
The commune decided it was best that I leave, take a truck with some of their old canned provisions and as much of the electronics as I could with me to get it away from them, and never speak of them to anyone else. I accepted.
Last night I dreamt of a world, one after the end where nature reclaimed much of mankind's works. I was a salvager who gathered mechanical and electronic parts and traded them to others for food and drink, but more than that, in that dream I dreamt of bringing people together again to teach and support each other.