I dreamed I lived in a post apocalyptic world controlled by mutant people with no ties to their former humanity. We lived in an abandoned office building in rooms with red lights, because that way they couldn't see our lights and know we were there. If they found us, they would brain wash us into being killing machines like they were, and we'd lose all pigment in our skin and be milk-pale albinos.
The sun shone a harsh, purplish white in the sky and there was no longer free flowing liquid water. We had to drink bottled water and eat packaged junk food. We weren't supposed to have children because we were afraid the radiation in the atmosphere would warp their development and make them come out like the murderous white mutants.
I had a partner, and he and I would hibernate for weeks, then he would go out to forage for food packs, but if he stayed away too long, the radiation would make him forget what he was doing and who he was, and he'd wander back in days later all confused and I'd have to remind him about everything.
We decided to try to have a child, in spite of the risks, and that seemed to be something he could hold onto in his mind, so he got better at making longer foraging trips. I had to stay in our rooms to minimize my radiation exposure. Then, when it got close to time to have the baby, I was buried up to my chest in a special sand that would shield the baby from things in the air that could harm it as it was born. I waited in the sand room, which was very dark, except when the dim, blood-red lights were turned on for the birth.
After the baby was born, we had to all go out sometimes to see the doctor and get as much food as possible. The roads were awful. Huge sections had been blown out, leaving gaping holes in the middle of elevated freeways. Some of them were covered by grates, but avoiding those that weren't while driving at freeway speeds was like an awful video game.
Sometimes we got a friend to drive us. The first time, we had to give very careful directions, because all the streets around and through the old office complex started with "Yelling." We lived in the building wing that had its entrance on Yelling Cave Drive, which was the next left after Yelling Bear Drive. We had to hurry out of the car and up our elevator to the fifth floor where we had our rooms, because the white mutants had offices across the street, and didn't know we were basically squatting in the back wings of our complex. We were riding in the elevator with a coworker of mine and a fox when I woke up.
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