Friday, March 19, 2010

A dream - cell death

I used to have a dream diary that I lost, about 200 dreams. I miss it...

Another post apocalyptic dream. Actually, not post but just about now apocalyptic. I think this dream came from watching 'The Informant!' last night. That's a good movie by the way, a true story and the way they made it was funny. I'm sure it wasn't funny to the actual people as it happened, only after the fact... maybe that's what it was about, an 'after the fact' kind of, lets laugh about this, now that we've all been to prison and are out and everything's kosher and all is forgiven. Anywho, I digress...

There is a virus, like in that movie, I think. At least, I think that's why I dreamed about a virus. Anyway. A virus is infecting the whole world, like in 'The Stand'. It's sexually transmitted so it threatens the survival of mankind. If we reproduce, we get sick. That kind of deal. Everybody is depressed because the laws that were passed to limit having sex aren't getting anywhere. It's basically impossible to stop the entire world from trying to reproduce. So, the population is getting lower and lower, and people are crying and everybody is mourning for loved ones who have died.

I find myself in a dark hallway of some kind of institution. There are children following me, as if I am supposed to take care of them. They are all very scared and I don't know what to do with them. I come to a door that opens upon a darkened corridor. Thankfully, somebody comes along to gather up all the wee bairns and I don't have to take them with me into this abyss. I go through the door and it's more of the same, long corridors that are now darkened. There are doors to the left and right, and as I peek into each room, it is dark except for the glow of a solitary computer monitor, where in each room a single person is standing vigil, hoping for word on the internet of a cure for the virus. I don't feel welcome in these rooms, and I am looking for a place of comfort. I continue down the hall and each room is the same, until I arrive at the end. I turn around and walk back in the opposite direction. I hear a distant phone ring, and then others, and then doors fly open all down the hall as the guardians of the internet all flood into the hall, answering their own phones. It is good news! The virus has been isolated, and a cure has been found! Families are phoning these people, telling them to tune in to a certain channel...

I follow several of these people into a single room where we crowd around a computer screen to listen to the webcast. The commentator describes 'cell death'. This is what the virus does, it kills individual cells, and I see this as a quadrillion murders as each of these cells in all of the infected people die. We are all happy that this killer of cells has been contained, but then we learn that the current generation, the babies, children, hope for our future, they are not immune. They will all die. They were infected before the virus became active... we transmitted this killer to our children without knowing, when the virus was in a dormant form. How could we have known? We will lose an entire generation to cell death. Our victory is squashed.