Last night I dreamt about a future postapocalyptic scenario (again). We were fighting zombie things who infected you if they touched you with their black tarry discharge. Also the world featured few translucent beings who didn't talk, had big eyes, and double tails instead of genitals. (They didn't wear clothes, which is how I know they didn't have genitals. I didn't ask or anything.) These things might have been aliens, but they also might have come through a dimensional portal or been created by some kind of nuclear fallout. This dream didn't really give all the backstory.
Anyway, my warrior group and I came upon three of the translucent beings lying on the ground, hands clasped, in a triangle. They were white and dying, so we decided to comfort them. I lay down next to one and wrapped my arms and legs around it/him in some vague attempt to warm him up. Meanwhile, some of the tarry zombies were bearing down on us. We were outnumbered if we didn't get the translucent beings to help us. I held on tighter to my being until I saw into his mind. He and the others were scared of the monsters. Not just scared. They had given up because hundreds of their fellow beings had been killed. I mentally told them to be angry instead of scared, and they turned red, got up, and fought with us. I had to keep holding the hand of my being while we fought to keep his determination up.
All of the beings but the one I had originally wrapped around to comfort as he was dying died in battle, but our side won. The translucent alien and I fell in love. But don't worry, fan-fic readers, humans cannot breed with the translucent beings, though another woman told me that the tail had "possibilities" for non-procreative purposes. I was secretly intrigued but told her that I couldn't do anything sex-like with the translucent being because we weren't married. (Since society had completely collapsed and we were running for our lives in a survivalist mode, we probably wouldn't ever get married, and I was a bit disappointed.)
Flash forward. We are part of a small group of ocre-painted humans on a kopje in the African savanna. (Or, I realized, we could be anywhere, since the apocalypse had changed the earth's geography.) We are dressed in skins, and we are alone in the world.
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| Okay, so maybe I found a picture of a kopje with the right light. Source. |
We find out that a few of the monsters have arrived below our kopje. (They might also be in another dimension below us, but that's confusing.) My translucent love, now an accepted member of the group, says we must go down and fight. The other warriors agree, so we go down in a psychic elevator and fight. there are only three or four monsters. Some of us die. Two of us are infected and must be put down. However, we finally triumph. We go back up the psychic elevator, and I realize my love is injured and dying of black discharge. I should be afraid to touch him. I walk to the Lion-King hanging rock outcrop and vocalize: "Ah, ah, ah, we are alone in the world! Praise Triana! Ahn ah, ah. Here in the caves we live, no threat to any peace! Ah, ah, ah! Praise Triana!"
I go back to comfort my dying love. A large group of skin-clad humans and three translucent beings find us. At first, we point weapons down on them from the kopje, but we finally realize they are friendly. My group introduces me as the priestess because I lead the praise of Triana and can communicate with the translucent beings (through forehead and hand-holding). I am very apathetic because my being has just died. And then I woke up.
