#actual real unembelleshed dream

[h-dream-journal]

Aunt and Uncle's home is now a rustic wooden cabin in rural property, not far from major roads, but far enough to be safe in the beginning. There is a red beater car in front of the house next to a gnarled looking tree. It is never day time inside of this house

There appears to be a known and ongoing zombie problem but it's only relevant in one conversation. "Don't you think we should prioritize defending against the zombies more than the angels for now?" "The zombies only have the capability to destroy all life on earth. The angels can do so much more"

This is not about winning and defeating the angels. This is about survival

Uncle's desk is a large Victorian looking dark wooden and crooked beast of furniture. Papers are scattered and every surface appears to be a little off. Whatever he's saying is important, but I don't remember a word, regardless he knows about this. He pushes a button disguised in the ornate carving of the desk and a wooden board slides away to reveal 3 books, leather bound, green, blue and ???. The cover looks like the back of a Hearthstone card, but I only realized that once awake. These books contain strategy and knowledge, the most important being the signs that its started.

There's a mushy part I've lost now that I'm awake about a room in this rustic cabin, empty except for a pedestal and a chair in the middle of the room, I think there were 3 artifacts hidden in that desk that had something to do with the artifacts, but I can't remember now.

It starts like this

Skyscrapers, business men walking along the sidewalks that surround these buildings. Relaxed hustle and bustle that comes with a highly populated metro area. Thousands of people within the span of city blocks.

A black cube drops to the ground

There is a red perimeter that circles the cube, a simple red line with a diameter of about 20 feet. The cube is no bigger than a roll of toilet paper.

The cube is blinking. I am behind a building only a hundred feet away watching it unfold

Literally

The cube grows upward to be as tall as a man, the blinking light at the top of it. Everyone starts to back away, but it's too late.

Everyone within that red line is crushed instantly. The angel materializes out of the cube faster than eyes can comprehend. Without a second of orienting itself, it begins to crush and destroy every living being it can reach.

It is fast

I know it's chasing me, but I also know how to tuck in and hide in just about any building. I duck and weave and test different walls, trusting them to cover me.

The angel is smart. Efficient.

I fall down a story into an office building full of workers, they don't seem aware of what's going on. I find a spot in the corner of someone's office. This building has more windows than solid walls, but it'll do.

I think the office worker is mad at me, I don't care

The angel crushes whatever is above us and peers directly into the office. It scans the room quickly, and when it doesn't find me, it quickly readjusts and sprints off to kill as many others as possible within its current time period.

I don't think it maimed a single person in the office

I make it home and watch the carnage on the news, after some amount of time the angel is nowhere to be found, but the black obelisk is unmoved and it's red perimeter has grown to cover a large part of the city. We are out of city limits

The first of the books I was given chronicled the patterns I would need to expect, the red line will stretch to encompass more, the angel will come out and wreak carnage for some time, then return to the obelisk. 1 is horrific, but most can outrun it with preparation

Then 2 will appear at a time. The second angel is taller, and more methodical. I think it will pick off the ones the first angel passes over. 2 angels will be devastating

When 3 come out it will be unthinkable. I don't know where the red line will be but by that time we will have moved to a different part of the country. It won't protect us for long

4 will be the end

There was supposedly a 4th book and artifact to collect, things I somehow was supposed to have earned by having the first 3. I have no recollection of what happened to them

Above the cabin in an impossible way is a house. A very different house to the rustic cabin beneath us. The angels are gone, they are never there to begin with. We are moving into this place, it's layout is like a beach house. Its impossibly cozy. There is one strange tall side of a cupboard that is blank, and extends from the top of the ceiling down to eye height. I am already thinking of making a tapestry to put here. Perhaps one of my cats.

It's not long here before I must return and face the apocalypse

People start showing up to the house. I do not remember faces or names, but they have distinct personalities. They are meant to fill the rolls of "classic end of the world survivor gang". Our number grows to 11 at some point in time, but there was too much internal drama to keep us together all at once.

I missed out on most of this, I was the leader, the one who knew what would happen next and when. While the first angel followed its comparatively slow pattern, I planned a farm

I told the group to bring me any seed they could find. Most were salty snacks but we managed a few packs from somewhere in the liminal store.

The grueling work and time spent waiting for everything to grow I have completely blanked out on, before I know it the garden has spread haphazardly around the side of the cabin. I have just enough time to harvest

Then I leave.

There's another large blanked out part, but at this point in time we are driving along a street in some us state on the eastern side of the country, in a suburban area to a mini mansion that I intend to buy.

The part I blanked on must've been bigger than I thought, instead of us taking in the new house for the first time, we all have the same thought

We've done this before, we've driven down this same road to the same house before. Somehow we were given a slight rewind of time.

We're shocked that we managed to pick the exact same house twice, despite not remembering most of the first time we did this

The forgotten rewind will not help our odds

3 angels are out now

The house is built like a stereotypical Victorian maze. Halls and stairs no nowhere, room layouts with 0 logic.

The only place I remember is a stairway that starts in the front of the house where we park, goes up a story into an open archway that is surrounded on all sides by walls and a ceiling, then a stairway that drops straight back down and spits you outside on the other side of the house.

There is a miniscule triangle of grass here that I will do my gardening.

This is the part where the largest amount of our 11 people group are together, I do not remember any interactions past the car ride here, but the house is busy.

Time passes

I am in a cave in the tundra. A blizzard shreds the world outside of the cave, I am far from the world I once knew.

4 angels are out

It won't be long until they find me

I wake up.