I'm in an underground bunker with several other people. All are...

[NightTrain]

...dressed in identical one-piece white body suits, and none of them has a face. For some reason, I'm certain that nuclear war has broken out. I ascend a barbed-wire ladder to a hatch on the ceiling. The hatch is made out of a gelatinous substance. I open it and pull myself up. (Despite the barbed-wire ladder, my hands are intact.)

I don't recognize the landscape. It is a dusty plain with used furniture and rusted-out automobiles strewn across it. Several hundred feet away, away, a Boy Scout troop crawls across the plain. Vultures circle overhead. Mushroom clouds bloom in the distance. With perfect calm, I witness the end of the world.

Over the horizon, a thick cloud of black smoke rises. Slowly but perceptibly, it assumes a human form. Frightened, I close the hatch and descend the barbed-wire ladder. But the bunker is gone! I am suspended over a vast orange abyss.

I have three options: let go of the ladder and plunge into the abyss, stay where I am and go nowhere, or climb back up the ladder and face the aforementioned horrors.

I let go of the ladder and plunge into the orange nothingness.

[efhmc]

1. You should take that creative energy and write a book.

[Dying Eagle]

2. Deep

[elperromagico]

3. Yeah, acid's rough the first time.

;)

[aljones]

4. wasn't that a 1997 movie with Brendon Frazier?

smile ally

[NightTrain]

5. Actually, it's the transcript of a dream I had in 1992.

While excavating the apartment for my upcoming move, I came across a large manila envelope that contained a bunch of short stories and vignettes I had written between about 1988 and '93. That dream transcript was among the papers I found.

[aljones]

7. Very cool, congrats on a great story then!!

smile ally

[the Kelly Gang]

6. this is disturbing...dreaming of Boy Scouts !