I had a very intense dream last night. I woke up at least two different times in the middle of it, and it kept coming back, and there was a single plot the entire time. The dream went like this:
We were driving down the highway, in the middle of fucking nowhere, heading south toward NYC because that’s where the rest of our family was and it would be safer in bigger numbers. There was some kind of apocalypse or government collapse going on, because people were getting superpowers all over the place, and everyone was scared, and everything was falling apart.
I was with my friend (or maybe cousin? Or older sister? I don’t know but we were together). She had her two little kids with her, in a makeshift crib in the backseat that was actually just one of those big tupperware storage containers with some blankets in the bottom. The kids were both really little, not old enough to walk or talk yet I don’t think, and one of them was blue and the other one had some other kind of really visible superpower I can’t remember. My friend was really worried that somebody would find them, because their dad was Loki (like, from the fucking Avengers movie) and now that he was away in jail she was stuck taking care of them on her own, and she was really scared somebody was going to find out who their Dad was, and come take them away, and she wouldn’t be able to protect them.
But anyway. We’re driving down the road, and it’s simultaneously really snowy and bad driving conditions, and also the middle of summer and the trees are green and sunny, because my dreams are like that, and we come to this roadblock. There’s a couple of old schoolbuses, which are sloppily painted bright pink. There’s a fork in the road that we could take instead, but…. we can’t. For some reason that made sense at the time.
We try to get past the roadblock, but the buses start moving around, and then a bunch of armed guys pop out, and it’s clear that this used to be just a small gravel road in a small town in the middle of nowhere, but now this is a road that’s the only way in or out of a territory claimed by a small and really intense bunch of people who are trying to defend their town from the apocalypse and have created a kind of militia/cult in the process. The reason behind all this is this scary, white-haired grandpa dude, who’s standing in the middle of the group with a shotgun. He’s one of those kinda racist, everything-was-better-when-Reagan-was-president types, but he’s also really smart and manipulative, aaaand it turns out his superpower is mind control. Later in the dream I revised that and decided his power was actually making people loyal to him, but for the first part of the dream, people just obey whatever he says and that works.
Anyway, I don’t remember the next part of the dream (his six-year old grandson is riding around on a bike? I try to talk to him? Something happens?), but I get captured by the small-town militia, they take our car and supplies, and my friend runs away into the woods, carrying her kids (I think one of the kid’s powers is being unnoticeable and uninteresting, which helps explain why they’re told to just leave).
I get taken back to the evil old geezer’s little farmhouse in the middle of the woods, and I sit there awkwardly surrounded by lots of dudes with flannel and guns and really thick vermont accents. I can’t run away because of his power, but I can think for myself at least. And I meet his wife, who is much less evil, and who has cancer (which I noted to myself would be a plot point later on in the dream, but I woke up before I could get to it), and I helped her in the kitchen making dinner for everybody.
Then I noticed a lot of people in camo, sneaking down the hill toward the house, and I didn’t say anything. They came bursting in, and I was like “hey don’t shoot me, I’m being held here and you should rescue me please.” But, it turned out that they also worked for the evil Mind-control Grandpa.
I was really pissed off and disappointed, and angry at the old man, and at this point in my dream I remembered that we hadn’t just been going to NYC for the sake of finding our families, we were going because my friend was taking her kids to their dad, but there was time limit, and if we missed that we were all totally screwed. I was so determined to get out that at that point, my superpower manifested. I could move paper around. Like, I could make it float a little, the way paper does when there’s a slight breeze in the room. Yippee.
Then the little six-year old grandson comes in, and sees me, and I ask him to please not tell his grandpa that I can do that, just in case it develops more later and turns into something actually useful. My thought process is that even if he’s loyal to his granddad, I might be able to convince him to not tell for other reasons, like being distracted or thinking it’s not important— after all he’s just a kid, and he probably doesn’t understand what’s going on that well. And that’s when I get the idea that if I’m really smart about this, I can use the same sort of process on the other men here, and trick them into setting me free or helping my friend, who’s wandering around in the woods nearby.
That’s when my boyfriend’s alarm went off.