Nuclear Repetition

Date: 9/13/2018

As with many of my dreams, I was much younger, possibly 10 or so. I still had all my current knowledge and experience though. I was living in a sort of care facility. There were other children and teenagers living there, too. We didn’t really socialize much, though. As in my waking life, I was more of an introvert. Now, the facility was very small. There were about three rooms at the maximum. It was situated in what I’d describe as a sort of desert/savanna. It sort of reminded me of the outback. The kids that lived there were mostly my dream age and male. They liked to wrestle and play games outside. There was also the teenage girl who lived there. She often had her boyfriend, another teenager from somewhere nearby, over to hang out. We definitely didn’t speak much since she didn’t really like living with me or the other children. As the day passed, we all did what seemed normal to us. Around early sunset, though, the horizon flashed brilliantly as a nuclear bomb was dropped nearby. Instantly we were all wiped out. Dead on the spot. Yet, the dream continued from the point where it began. The day had reset. This process happened about five or so times. No one could recall the event or time loop except for me. Now, at this point, looking back, I don’t see why I’d do this, but I eventually gave up on continuing life and every repeating day, I successfully convinced the others to do the things they always wanted to do. The boys mostly wanted to reconnect with their fathers while the girl wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. For whatever reason, she was afraid to ask or admit. Later, we all left the house before the bomb hit. Staying underground, we tried to endure the blast. This time, a strange woman came to me and gave me a shield to protect me. After the bomb came, all were dead except me. The day didn’t repeat, though. That’s when I awoke. I suppose the moral is “life is short”...or something like that.