Killed (a #dream)

It wasn't long after the collapse of society. Perhaps only months. A woman (my partner?) and I were going from hut to hut, home to home rummaging for anything useful on our way to build a new life. 

My son was terrified of leaving one of the huts so we took him by the hand to lead him outside and when he noticed it was alright, he stopped screaming and I asked him to look out for any piece of rope. Mainly to give him something to focus on, away from his fears.

It helped that a fourth member of our slowly growing tribe gave him a piece of meat from some giant animal he had just killed.

The End (a #dream)

Was working at some kind of nuclear plant where there was a panic. A female colleague asked us to order some materials and to fake signatures if need be. She would take all responsibility. 

What we didn't know was that the hasty adjustments would lead to a meltdown. In the cafeteria someone had ordered the wrong kind or red cabbage but we ate it anyway. 

Instead of running or hiding, my colleagues all sat on the floor in an all white room in their all white outfits. 

I asked them why they hadn't run and they replied that they were simply waiting for the end.