Knoxville's Joker
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I have weird dreams all the time. Some of them would make great movies or tv shows.
So I dream I was near or at a truck stop. There were trailers parked and there was an off limits area. All covered with tarps. They were self contained biological containment units capable of fullfilling all biological needs of the occupants who had an incurable disease that could possibly spread. It was some sort of noble rot so to speak.
Later on I had gotten together with some others and we escaped or left the truck stop. Which apparently was a massive containment/quarantine zone. We got out of the area and got into a residential area. It was periodically patrolled by military forces. We found a place to crash that would not be inspected and was out of sight of the inspection lights. The door was locked so it was picked and we gained entry. We looked for any supplies and only found some trace biohazard cleanup supplies, the food long since gone. As we crashed a patrol came by and did not notice us there with their inspection lights. We made our way on the following morning escaping.
The comment that stuck with me in the dream was regarding the contained:
"Those that caught it first and were not treated are dying out. Those that were treated and caught it later are fine"
Then I woke up.
So I dream I was near or at a truck stop. There were trailers parked and there was an off limits area. All covered with tarps. They were self contained biological containment units capable of fullfilling all biological needs of the occupants who had an incurable disease that could possibly spread. It was some sort of noble rot so to speak.
Later on I had gotten together with some others and we escaped or left the truck stop. Which apparently was a massive containment/quarantine zone. We got out of the area and got into a residential area. It was periodically patrolled by military forces. We found a place to crash that would not be inspected and was out of sight of the inspection lights. The door was locked so it was picked and we gained entry. We looked for any supplies and only found some trace biohazard cleanup supplies, the food long since gone. As we crashed a patrol came by and did not notice us there with their inspection lights. We made our way on the following morning escaping.
The comment that stuck with me in the dream was regarding the contained:
"Those that caught it first and were not treated are dying out. Those that were treated and caught it later are fine"
Then I woke up.
