I wake up in the morning at "my house," eat breakfast and decide to go out and get the mail. I getthe mail return to the kitchen and dump it all on the table. It is loaded with junk: randommessages from people with strange names (who probably don't exist) as well as all the profane thingsthat people right now don't dare send except via email - ads for penis enlargement porn sites etc. I throw away everything I'm not interested in and then decide to go out for a walk. Almost immediately. I know something is wrong. Cars on the street are malfunctioning breaking down. There is chaos everywhere with people running around in agony. I go to my neighbors to ask what iswrong. Most people can't reply to me and even if they can everything is nonsensical. I stay withone trying to provide comfort but there's nothing I can do. Eventually her skin starts to warpinto blurred pixels. She then begins sprouting out a series of advertisements at me. At this point,I get scared and scurry away from her. I decide to look for answers elsewhere. I don't have a car and I wouldn't be able to use one anyway so I run down the streets. I look outfor my friends and family especially for Robert. I want to make sure they are okay but I becomeprogressively more and more discouraged as I see an increasing amount of people suffering from thisstrange advertising affliction. I become even more scared as they start trying to pursue me -desperate for someone to advertise to. Occasionally one of these people fall down and die. Finally. I find Robert. Together we shake off everyone that is chasing after me and find somewhereprivate. I tell him how scared I was without him and he holds me and comforts me as he explainswhat's wrong. It turns out that a virus had been sent amongst the mass of spam in the mail that hadarrived that morning. Everyone who had opened the mail had become infected by the virus and turnedin to advertising bots. Just as we are about to discuss how we can get away and survive. Robert steps away from me. He is inagony and soon it becomes apparent that he is sick with the same virus. I lie him down on theground and kneel beside him. He tries to fight it off for me but he's losing the battle. I'm cryingbecause I know I will lose him. As he is about gone he says to me. "There's something... I've never told you..."I say. "What baby?"He looks at me intently despite the pain he is in. Everything we have shared together in life isreflected in his eyes. The touch of his hand feels so tender so real. And before he dies he says,"If you click on the bouncing yellow duck you might win a free iPod."So much for a dramatic ending.
This dream also happened a few months ago. In fact it was the dream I had right after my Mariodream. It's strange that these dreams are so rare for me and yet. I ended up having two in one night. The reason I labeled this dream futuristic was because I feel like I'm living by myself in it (whichmeans I am no longer with my parents. It isn't because the Internet has become integrated with thereal world (to some extent I can't really comment on) although that may seem like the reason why. The thing is is that nothing is really "new." Everything inside the dream is already something I'mfamiliar with even though two distinct environments have been unnaturally blended together."My house" refers to a house that I always see in my dreams whenever I have a home. I'm fairly surethat it doesn't exist and if it does it would be a big coincidence. I only vaguely remember thishouse when I'm awake; otherwise it is very vivid in my mind. It's huge two stories very oddlyconstructed and yet the epitome of architectural beauty in my subconscious' eyes (not me though -as much as I love the house when I'm dreaming. I facepalm myself when I'm awake for coming up withsuch a horrid thing). This house has stayed with me since seven years old after my parents told methat we were moving across the country (from southern Florida to northern California). Not onlythat but it has sometimes changed from having new items added to it.
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