I am in a big square with plenty of other people as we get attacked by hostile robots. They outnumber us and since they want to extinct the human race I decide to flee. I choose a narrow little street on the opposite side of where I stand and then starts to run. A few miles down the road I see a group of people hiding on a roof. I try to get up there but unfortunately I’m too short so I give up. Just as I am about to leave someone from the roof comes down. He says he wants to help me and that he is tall enough to be able to climb up there by his own means. I thank him and soon I’m surrounded by a bunch of unknown people outside a forever-changed city, now occupied by the enemy. I then suggest that we should move to the higher buildings and they seem to think it’s a good idea. We reach the new roof and we discuss whether we should lie down and try to melt in. Someone says that a chopper might fly by. After a while an impatient woman asks what we’re supposed to do. She wonders for how long we must stay like this and if there is any hope at all. I mention that during World War 2 several resistance groups survived and that I think we will too – if we are smart. A few hours later we – the rebels – continue to walk down the narrow road until we reach an abondoned peaceful bay where we also decide to stay. This is where we are going to build our new homes, this will be our headquarter.
A dream I had July 29, 2008.