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Dream Diary, November 17th 2019.
6 years ago
This is what I think...
Had a post-apocalyptic dream set 30 years in the future from now.
It was very randomly explained off-hand by myself saying "I was frozen for 30 years".
Nobody seemed to really question it like it wasn't that odd a circumstance?
There were some obvious Fallout themes thrown in with at least one person wearing the BOS emblem.
I was in a reclaimed part of the a city similar to what they did with Goodneighbor, minus the crime.
There was still a police force to keep people in line along with other remnants of the old world like shops/businesses.
I don't recall how we met, but there was this girl/woman who used something like Power Armour but it was more sci-fi and bodysuit like.
We were a team for some reason, I think she was supposed to be either BOS or formerly with them, she seemed interested in what I was doing.
I overheard two cops talking about some old business that was expected to go under soon with the owner being in bad health,
when I pipped in asking what that was about, they told me that the old man running the business was being stubborn about
something out on the outskirts of town, and that even now with his health declining he was refusing to move into town.
I and the woman (really don't have a name for her) decide to hire a guide to take us out to where the old man is living.
There was a scenic overland travel portion showing that nature had retaken most things, and weird bits of terrain where lots of earth shifted.
There was a lot of me getting nostalgic or otherwise reminiscing as I noticed or recognized things as we passed, we were in kind of vehicle.
There were expected moments of generational differences like me loosing my cool seeing a rare car left to ruin while the woman just saw salvage.
By the time we arrived it was getting dark and was raining, we were on an old piece of highway, an overpass that was isolated and needed some
elevator like contraption to reach it, there was a good view of the area though in the dark I could barely even tell there used to be
civilization here, it was practically a forest that had just engulfed and hidden most of the form and outline of buildings and streets.
There was what looked like a house made of bits of old world houses, either someone moved it or just cobbled it together.
When we got inside I remember being a little cold and wet, taking off my jacket and bag, we were "greeted" by an old man,
he did a lot of sitting and laying down in bed with not a whole lot of standing in between (From what I can gather he was alone.)
We didn't recognize each other but he did seem to loosen up a little when he heard I was from the same era as him, before all this.
I explained why we were there and he began to explain why he was, the house we were in used to be in what is now the lost part of town.
He and his family moved it piece by piece to this safe location that was still near their old home, he was staying out of sentimentality.
I can't recall if all of his family died or if some did and others moved away, probably his wife died and his kids moved if I have to guess.
The man seemed to be in at least his 50's if not 60+ and he wasn't doing very well on his own, which begged the question of why.
There was something he couldn't leave behind but hadn't been able to find before his health started getting worse, he was determined to stay.
I ended up agreeing to go look for whatever it was (can't recall it being described clearly) along with the woman I was traveling with.
We stayed the night and were going to set out in the morning, lady wanted to leave some of our stuff behind rather than lug it around
while I argued that we don't know what we'll run into be it enemy or environment and it would be reckless to leave anything we might need.
I took her bag and gave her mine so that she wouldn't complain and that I couldn't since I was the one who wanted to bring more stuff.
She went outside and I stayed for a moment to chat with the old man, understanding his refusal to abandon his memories and give in to ruin.
I recall getting a little choked up thinking how he reminded me of my own father and that I could relate to no longer having family to lean on.
I decided to use the bathroom before heading out, as I was getting the angle of the dangle right with morning sunlight shining in the window, I woke up.
It was very randomly explained off-hand by myself saying "I was frozen for 30 years".
Nobody seemed to really question it like it wasn't that odd a circumstance?
There were some obvious Fallout themes thrown in with at least one person wearing the BOS emblem.
I was in a reclaimed part of the a city similar to what they did with Goodneighbor, minus the crime.
There was still a police force to keep people in line along with other remnants of the old world like shops/businesses.
I don't recall how we met, but there was this girl/woman who used something like Power Armour but it was more sci-fi and bodysuit like.
We were a team for some reason, I think she was supposed to be either BOS or formerly with them, she seemed interested in what I was doing.
I overheard two cops talking about some old business that was expected to go under soon with the owner being in bad health,
when I pipped in asking what that was about, they told me that the old man running the business was being stubborn about
something out on the outskirts of town, and that even now with his health declining he was refusing to move into town.
I and the woman (really don't have a name for her) decide to hire a guide to take us out to where the old man is living.
There was a scenic overland travel portion showing that nature had retaken most things, and weird bits of terrain where lots of earth shifted.
There was a lot of me getting nostalgic or otherwise reminiscing as I noticed or recognized things as we passed, we were in kind of vehicle.
There were expected moments of generational differences like me loosing my cool seeing a rare car left to ruin while the woman just saw salvage.
By the time we arrived it was getting dark and was raining, we were on an old piece of highway, an overpass that was isolated and needed some
elevator like contraption to reach it, there was a good view of the area though in the dark I could barely even tell there used to be
civilization here, it was practically a forest that had just engulfed and hidden most of the form and outline of buildings and streets.
There was what looked like a house made of bits of old world houses, either someone moved it or just cobbled it together.
When we got inside I remember being a little cold and wet, taking off my jacket and bag, we were "greeted" by an old man,
he did a lot of sitting and laying down in bed with not a whole lot of standing in between (From what I can gather he was alone.)
We didn't recognize each other but he did seem to loosen up a little when he heard I was from the same era as him, before all this.
I explained why we were there and he began to explain why he was, the house we were in used to be in what is now the lost part of town.
He and his family moved it piece by piece to this safe location that was still near their old home, he was staying out of sentimentality.
I can't recall if all of his family died or if some did and others moved away, probably his wife died and his kids moved if I have to guess.
The man seemed to be in at least his 50's if not 60+ and he wasn't doing very well on his own, which begged the question of why.
There was something he couldn't leave behind but hadn't been able to find before his health started getting worse, he was determined to stay.
I ended up agreeing to go look for whatever it was (can't recall it being described clearly) along with the woman I was traveling with.
We stayed the night and were going to set out in the morning, lady wanted to leave some of our stuff behind rather than lug it around
while I argued that we don't know what we'll run into be it enemy or environment and it would be reckless to leave anything we might need.
I took her bag and gave her mine so that she wouldn't complain and that I couldn't since I was the one who wanted to bring more stuff.
She went outside and I stayed for a moment to chat with the old man, understanding his refusal to abandon his memories and give in to ruin.
I recall getting a little choked up thinking how he reminded me of my own father and that I could relate to no longer having family to lean on.
I decided to use the bathroom before heading out, as I was getting the angle of the dangle right with morning sunlight shining in the window, I woke up.
