Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I'm at a hostel in an old factory brick building. There's an outbreak of some nasty disease which is killing a lot of people and we stay mostly indoors in self-quarantine, hoping for the best. But some people who get infected don't die and simply get very sick, lose their minds and become zombie-like, attacking everybody else. We keep moving to upper levels in the building, until we're barricated on the last one with access to a terrace. The food is becoming scarce. We're on the terrace trying to evaluate how are things outside. We don't see or hear anything for a long time. Maybe even the zombies are gone for good, we don't know.
That's when a van parks on the street in front and a lday comes out. She sees her and engages in conversation with us. Says she and others are looking for groups of survivors like us to join them in a place surrounded by high walls, where they want to start a community. She says there are still zombies out there, they are just weaker and more scattered, so it's ok if we get down and go with her, as long as we limit the time we stay outside. So we join the community. Groups of people keep flocking to it. They had planned a certain population, but the word seems to have passed on, and more people are still coming. This community is quite organized, there's equipment for our basic needs, we're somewhat safe inside the perimeter, with the occasional breach being quickly controlled, some people work on crafts, others cultivate food, others provide medical care. But at some point it starts collapsing due to excessive population, famine and sickness. I walk around the premise and I go check the "food area": there's only cactus and other plants we wouldn't normally eat and I can see most of it are plants that grow spontaneously but not abundantly and are also not very nutritious and will run out fast. I pass by the "medical area" and it's concerning the ammount of people who are sick and undernourished and nobody can help them, because there's no more drugs or possibility to treat them. And just by the side of this area is the morgue/cemetery and that's where things get really depressing. Due to the hopeless situation, people have decided not to bury the dead anymore, but to skin and cut the bodies and use their meat to feed the living. So this cemetery now resembles a slaughterhouse, there's even a kind of (dis)assembly line where the bodies go sequentially through the different stages: undressed, washed, skinned and chopped. I have the thought that this is very much the idea of a tibetan-buddhist charnel ground, but instead of the meat being fed to the vultures, it feeds other people. I am filled with an immense sadness. I wonder why. Is it the people dying? They've been dying for some time already. No, it's to see them dying and immediately becoming meat. It strips them from having had any meaningful existence, they become nobody, they are just heaps of flesh. People have done it to other beings for so long, now karma is doing its work.