Killing Everyone on Earth
Note: This dream shares a parallel. See: Strangling a Man
I am in a strange metal building. There are people milling about. I feel a surge of anger - I have been plotting something for a long time. Today is the day I will carry it out. In a rush of hate, I walk up to a metal tower at the center of a metal plaza and place a vial of biotoxin in a small slot at the center. I am aware of two things instantly: 1) I invented this toxin myself and 2) It has the capacity to kill every human being on the planet.
After it is done I sort of step back. I feel my stomach sink. No one knows yet what I have done. I am also suddenly aware that I, too, will die from this disease. I feel angry again and I rush down to a crowded area to infect more unsuspecting people (since I am contaminated). It doesn't make me feel any better.
Time passes, I witness the first people getting sick. First, they wander around in an extremely happy state - like they are drunk. Then the sore throat sets in. Then they lose the ability to swallow. Then it moves to their lungs and they die painfully. I still feel that sinking feeling. Suddenly my mother is there. She asks me why I look so upset. I tell her "I have just killed millions of people, mom. Everyone is going to die soon because of me, and I don't see how God will ever forgive me."
Later, I begin to feel the first symptoms. I feel a little tipsy but not quite drunk. Then I have a terrible time swallowing, but I still manage occaisionally. I realize something that surprises me: I may be immune to my own manufactured disease. I may yet live. I also realize that if I tell people that some scientists may be able to use my immune system to create a cure. I pause at this thought. Do I save humanity or let it die?
I am in a strange metal building. There are people milling about. I feel a surge of anger - I have been plotting something for a long time. Today is the day I will carry it out. In a rush of hate, I walk up to a metal tower at the center of a metal plaza and place a vial of biotoxin in a small slot at the center. I am aware of two things instantly: 1) I invented this toxin myself and 2) It has the capacity to kill every human being on the planet.
After it is done I sort of step back. I feel my stomach sink. No one knows yet what I have done. I am also suddenly aware that I, too, will die from this disease. I feel angry again and I rush down to a crowded area to infect more unsuspecting people (since I am contaminated). It doesn't make me feel any better.
Time passes, I witness the first people getting sick. First, they wander around in an extremely happy state - like they are drunk. Then the sore throat sets in. Then they lose the ability to swallow. Then it moves to their lungs and they die painfully. I still feel that sinking feeling. Suddenly my mother is there. She asks me why I look so upset. I tell her "I have just killed millions of people, mom. Everyone is going to die soon because of me, and I don't see how God will ever forgive me."
Later, I begin to feel the first symptoms. I feel a little tipsy but not quite drunk. Then I have a terrible time swallowing, but I still manage occaisionally. I realize something that surprises me: I may be immune to my own manufactured disease. I may yet live. I also realize that if I tell people that some scientists may be able to use my immune system to create a cure. I pause at this thought. Do I save humanity or let it die?
posted by Dreamer at 1:14 AM
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