Machine Invasion

Date: 11/20/2017

I was at my high school but it was the dream version of my high school which is very dark, has a lot of offices, and for some reason there’s a spooky hotel connected to it. I’m wandering around through dimly lit, empty offices looking for a place to sleep because I couldn’t leave for some reason. I knew it was unsafe outside. I walk into one office and there’s a golden retriever all by itself so I take it upon myself to keep her safe. As the dog and I continue to wander I walk through a door to a carpeted hallway. To my left there is a stairwell leading up into the hotel and I get an eerie feeling like I shouldn’t be there. There’s a woman sitting on a bench staring away from me and I ask why she’s there. She directs me to look out the window. I’m suddenly in the cafeteria, floor to ceiling windows, and there is a group of people all looking out the windows. Far in the distance there is a herd of dozens of colossal machines roaming the countryside on tendrils. They look like the harvesters from The Matrix. Above them are hundreds of high-tech jets drifting in an out of some sort of cloaking device. I can’t even describe how disturbing it was to see these massive machines slowly traversing the landscape. It was very much like watching a very slow disaster happen when there’s nothing you can do and you feel very small. Then I hear someone mention lasers. I look again and realize the machines are shooting some kind of red laser device towards the ground, presumably at people. We all realize we are under attack, but we somehow know these are man-made machines so we debate what country could possibly have this level of technology. Despite the horror, I worry if my car is safe from them. Someone else wonders aloud if the lasers would scratch your phone screen if it hit you. So it was a bit absurd. The crowd clears away as the machines leave our field of view. I find the dog’s owner who tells me she only left the dog for a moment and she’s sorry she worried me. I think it’s safe to head out now. Suddenly I’m in a huge mansion. I’m with a group of other people, some who live there and some who don’t. I know that for some reason the people who live in this mansion are very important. The other folks here and I all care deeply about their safety. I look over a map of the town which marks out the estates of other important families by name. It’s very Jane Austen. We are receiving calls from the other estates confirming those families are safe. When I look at the map I see the Bennet Estate (of course) is marked as safe, but I for some reason know that they’re dead, so I ask the room how that’s possible. Who called from the Bennet Estate? Who is posing as the Bennets? Then I wake up.