As background, I haven't remembered my dreams for what feels like several decades. Not true dreaming. For almost twenty years the only "dream" I remembered wasn't a dream, but rather me waking in a confused state to stumble around my bedroom trying to find a big red button to push (think Staples) to ward off total destruction. I was convinced during those moments that the whole world would end if I didn't find that button before midnight. Fun thing, after my divorce those moments stopped.
The dream last night started in a deserted town and involved a handful of us, once of which is a woman I know through the equestrian community, making our way through a series of abandoned buildings. We were naked, except for some wraps around our feet. The buildings were what you would expect in the aftermath of something significant. It felt like we were being hunted and as the dream progressed we ended up crouched on the floorboards of abandoned cars, waiting to see who was going to find us. A black haired woman with intensely dark eyes and her band of soldiers showed up and found us there. They were FBI and searching for survivors.
The dream skipped and I was suddenly moving into a house. The house was dark and empty of other people and I was searching for clothes, still wandering around naked, which didn't bother me. I heard something and looked up to find the FBI woman walking toward me, also naked, a piece of material in her hand. She stopped in front of me and stared into my eyes as I reached out to run my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. She moved towards me, her hands coming up in response when I looked to my left to see a shirt hanging from a hook suspended over a table. I turned back to the woman and woke.
