in my dream i woke up at a camp/backpackers thing. it was a communal living place, i dunno how long we been there but it had the feeling of something official, maybe even university-like. cause i knew everyone there. and we all lived there, temporarily. so i woke up, went to the kitchen and made coffee. and through the serving area i could see the eating area/entertainment area. there was a wall mounted tv and everyone was staring at it. i caught the last words as i strolled in and then it cut out and went all bzzzzzzzz grey screeny. i said what? i didnt quite catch that? and everyone looked over all shocked, like on september 11. and they said that the news just said that the "virus" was real and that its not a hoax. and that subsequently the cities are under quarantine. so we started packing what we could carry. people were scared and panicky. badly. and i sort of helped a slowly growing number of followers to organise. and whilst all this happened i went looking for a smoke coz i was out, and everyone else was out too. except this one guy, he said do i have money, but he was more desperate for money than i was for a smoke. so i said yes i do, its not cash but its bonds or something that i received as payment for something. and then i said who are you? sort of by the way ish. because ive seen him around but didnt know him. so he introduced himself as name and surname.... (cant remember now), of team name and surname. ah okay i said well im johann nortje of team johann then i replied. but in my head i thought why is this guy trying to grab cash when cash is obviously obsolete now, with the world ending and all that. anyway i got my smokes, helped a new addition to my team pack quickly. and i packed the last of my stuff. and the last of my stuff was all art stuff. pencils pastels paper the works. :) lol. i still thought that this stuff would be very neccessary in re establishing culture and dealing with whats happening. so we then went to the assembly point. outside. it was huuuuuuuuuge. an expansive, greeen and grassy area, like the foothills to cloud forrests. on mountains. just green everywhere. amazingly beautiful. and then this one kid. about 19/20ish started freaking badly. he had an infected finger, thumb. and he said he already has the virus. i said stop freaking kid. its a cut that you didnt take care of. slap this on and dress it. you will be fine, but calm down. because in my head i knew that the virus was just an excuse to end it all. the world that is. instead of them blowing us up. they left us all to fight each other in the scramble for safety. so as we started off into this forrest i started getting calls from friends and family in the cities and i said that its imperative they get out to where we were, and that they will, dont worry. but get on it, asap. and that they should just find a way. dont worry bout stuff, but meet us there, and i supplied coordinates. and then. as we set off for this massive forrest mountain. i woke up again. this time here.

i stopped having dreams of the end of the world years ago, had a recurring one, where i would pack a landrover with provisions and then before i set of, but finnished packing i would wake up. now its begun again?