I dreamed, not this last night, I haven’t slept. But the previous night, or actually morning. I was with all these people and it was burning around, we were trapped.
There were a few buildings with supplies and we were told not to take them from one, because it was owned by a nonprofit.
There was a lot of paper. Meanwhile there were people making food and offering dirty used napkins.
The other building was not guarded. There was a box with knives and a gun. The knives weren’t very good. The gun appeared to be fake. I found a pair of binoculars and took them, and finally I found I knife I actually own, a well-made knife. I also found a book about bee keeping and took that.
This is a very different dream for me. Usually I am hiking around and getting out and coming back. Usually it was all about my ability to physically escape. This dream was very different. I think this is the start of a new series.
Nobody gets it, everything is on fire. I am looking for what might be useful. The binoculars. Paper. At one point I have some raw parsnips and I offer them to someone who is roasting other root vegetables, in trade. So I can have some roasted roots to eat.
And the knives, much of the dream is about the knives, what bad knives they are. I keep searching through them, people make comments about them, but I don’t find a good one until the end of the dream, and it’s a knife I own in the waking world. And it is a good knife, I respect that knife. That’s the knife in the images here.