See “The Dream Factory” for a full list of my shared dreams.
Had a dream a few nights ago that was kind of strange, but also kind of cool in terms of its concept.
In the dream, I lived with this community of people in the underground—or at least it looked like a huuuuge cave underground. I can’t really be sure. There wasn’t much, if any, natural light, but plenty of lanterns and other forms of man-made light sources. These creatures served us…did small errands for us, like workers. They were human, but not—almost like zombies, but we didn’t call them that and they weren’t really zombies, I’d guess. I mean, they didn’t look dead, just malnourished and skinny in an unhealthy way. They also didn’t seem too intelligent, didn’t speak/just grunted, and pretty much had the focus of an infant. But they served us well, carrying loads of whatever, assisting someone in the community on building something or another…basically just non-thinking tasks.
Every individual had a kind of pod in which they slept. Sometimes, a small family or a mother with her young children would share a pod, but most often it was one individual per pod. We had a leader—we informally called her the queen bee, because these pods almost bore resemblance to flower buds, where the pods were made up of sections that almost looked like pedals closing for the night.
It was daytime; I know this because all the man-made lights were on. Pretty much everyone was working on something or another, save for some of the mothers who were looking after their children. I was working with a few others (nobody I know in real life) replacing pod petals for people. This was an important job, because everyone knew these pods were the only thing protecting us at night. That’s when these creatures, that were like zombies but not, turned aggressive and nasty. That’s when they became much less docile and attacked anything that moved (except for each other, presumably. Nobody ventured out at night to find out). We knew this, because you could hear their constant wails and snarls all through the night, at least until the wee hours when they started to calm down. Occasionally, they’d become interested in your pod and that’s when the pounding and desperate scratching began—for a while, at least. They’d move on at a point. But it was horrifying. That’s why daily maintenance on these pods was so important, for if one of these creatures could break a pod, they’d kill whatever was inside in no time.
No idea how this idea popped into my head, but I thought it was an interesting dream.