We were running out of oxygen

Date: 8/30/2019

The dream started with me, and my family, living on board this spaceship. It was in the style of the show The 100 where we had fled earth for whatever reason and now we were living in space. The beginning of the dream started with my mom forcing me to join this volleyball team, I was like “you’ve gotta be kidding me” bc 1) the team was entirely made up of older boys, and 2) I didn’t feel like exercising. At all. In the dream I was running laps with the boys for volleyball. My sister said something like “ooh I bet you joined just for that one hot dude” and I responded by outing myself to her for some stupid reason. The team got disbanded in the dream before we could play a game because the oxygen on the ship was running out. The dream then proceeded to turn into an adventure-movie type of playthrough. I remember taking on an important role when I helped get the oxygen generator back up and running. Everybody left donned these oxygen suits but we were running out of time, a lot of people had died from lack of oxygen because their suits were faulty. I remember going to this one generator room and it was dangerous, if it were a movie there’d be tense music playing. Me and this older man and another kid from the volleyball team all went to try and start up the generator so we could start up the oxygen generator, we found a dead body there and the dudes skin looked like Deadpool’s like he had died of lack of oxygen. It was like a jumpscare, I turned the corner and saw the body. Anyways when we got to the generator the kid with me decided to turn it on without taking precaution, some weird anti-gravity activated when he turned it on and he was sucked into the center of the generator. He died. The oxygen came back on but the radiation from the generator then started a disease. People were highly contagious, everyone had to keep their suits on to prevent it from spreading. It reminded me of the sickness in The Fifth Wave (book/movie) where blood poured from people’s eyes, noses, ears and mouths. For the next day/days in the dream I just went around the ship, collecting supplies and avoiding everyone. Occasionally I’d stumble across a new dead body; a suit that had a tear or that had been put on incorrectly had let the sickness in and the clear helmet of the suit was usually so splattered with the dark red blood that I could barely see their face. I’d always check to see if it was someone I knew though. I remember feeling so alone, especially after I found my brother and my mom dead inside of their own suits, blood pooling inside of the white enclosed jumpsuit and inside of their helmet. I also remember wanting to look for my sister but not wanting to risk running into people, or even her, because one of three things could happen: I could be sick and not know it, and then infect her and kill her: she could be sick and neither of us knew it, then we’d both die: or she’d be with other people, and they’d be sick and we’d both die. I didn’t want to risk any of those things happening so I just prayed that she stay safe, but it hurt to imagine her alone, scared, probably knowing that mom and my brother had died and maybe thinking I had too— or even worse, it pained me to imagine her dead, hiding in some closet somewhere alone, where she had probably died alone, scared, confused and in pain. The entire time I was devising a plan for 1) figuring out how to tell if someone had the virus, and 2) getting everyone healthy (hopefully but not definitely myself included) to earth. I was working on repairing a ship and trying to find other people so I could monitor them and if they seemed healthy, help them, but we were all hiding from each other so we didn’t get infected. Then I had the loneliest thought of all: maybe I was the last one alive. The last human alive. Maybe everyone else had been infected, had crawled off to some closet somewhere and died and I was the only one not infected. Or, (an equally horrifying thought occurred to me:) maybe I was infected too. Maybe I was going to die and the human race would finally perish, floating in this bloodied ship for eternity until finally everything ends. The whole dream had a very post-apocalyptic feel to it.