Thread: Interpret this bizarre dream, please

Always had weird, detailed dreams. This one stayed with me all day. Been trying to figure it out, would appreciate anyone's effort to tackle it

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I'm in a large black building, a skyscraper. It's interior is office-like, plants in the corner, very clean, coffee colored walls and carpet, all of the floors are walled independently but open to the shell of the skyscraper itself on one side, and all floors are open to the same ceiling (make any sense? there are buildings like this in existence).

Outside, it's the Apocalypse. Everyone in the building panics. It's dark outside, possibly night. Red and orange glows in the sky visible from the black-tinted glass of the building. The building shakes a bit, but seemingly no damage. The thinking of everyone is "this is it, this is the end". Though I myself do not know what to think or do, my priority is to survive - but I do not know what is happening exactly.

People, in a frenzy, begin throwing themselves off into a central stairwell that drops many, many floors (into the space between stairs, the center of a square-spiral stairwell). I witness hundreds of people fall to their death. It seemed to me that they would rather take their own life than suffer the death that they presumed to be upon them. The bodies pile up, I am horrified...

It's over. Whatever was happening outside is over or has calmed down. I rush downstairs. All of the bodies have landed on a fountain. The fountain is square in shape, about a foot off the ground, and made of black marble. The water is black, with blood flowing everywhere and onto the tiled floor. Most people are dead, few are dying. There is nothing I can do. Everyone has left small bags, envelopes, or folders of letters and money behind (somehow). I collect them. At first I think I might be stealing them, but then I realize that these must have been left for anyone who survived to deliver to the families of the victims (which seems strange in retrospect if they thought the world was coming to an end).

It's daytime, the next day, there are other survivors and we gather in the lobby of the building. We are students (or something like students). Everyone is gathering supplies. I move through the crowd, I look down to find I have a bag, or a case of some kind with all of the letters and money.

I find myself walking through a town. It is like a combination of a suburb and an old western one-street-town. There is scaffolding everywhere, as if repairs are being made to buildings. It is windy, it feels good and refreshing. People are skeptical of my presence - I am a stranger here. I fear for my well being. I find myself at what was once a gas station, some kind of battle is taking place. A band of criminals, who are all women, have stolen something from it (possibly gasoline). There is a creek running through a crack in the road. The battle is over, I work for them now (somehow). I make money through them to fund my mission. I walk in the creek and leave them - I have deliveries to make.

I find myself on a sidewalk in a col-de-sac in a suburb on a hill. It seems like it is on the edge of the universe - over the hill and to the sides of the grass surrounding the sidewalk is nothingness (it's just greyness). I am meeting a girl about my age, maybe a bit younger. I may have delivered to her, I can't recall exactly. She's important though, for some reason that escapes me. Something about a movie theater. She may have invited me to a movie.

I find myself in the same place, I am walking up the sidewalk. It seems like I have a lot of walking to do. I begin to move up the hill.

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Well that's all I can remember. It breaks up at the end. The part that stays with me the most is when all of those people kill themselves. It was horrifying. Nothing about this dream was lucid, at all. I was totally immersed in this world and absolutely felt that everything I was experiencing and encountering was actually happening.

Thoughts?