Okay, this was fucking weird one. Both in content, and in how coherent my brain kept the batshit narrative.
Pretty sure this was heavily influenced from A) the amount of work I've been doing, B) the internet, which I've been on more than usual as I shove it into the margins of work as a distraction, and C) miyazaki movies??? Which I haven't seen one of in a few years.Dream begins:
All of my co-workers and I are all working regular jobs in a vast, strange, metropolis-like streampunkish miyazaki-style city. At one point I see a huge golden cyber circle viewscreen that looks very eloquent and aged, displaying that coal is a really great fuel source that is coming out soon and how It IT IS NOT AT ALL POLLUTING. Those words are in caps. It also points out VERY firmly and also in all caps that our leader "IS STRAIGHT" and "IS NOT A HOMOSEXUAL."
My regular job is interrupted when, like a fire drill, everyone in my section of the city are required to go into the undercity for something called ‘the tilt’. Down in this undercity there are a string of shops around a corner I think I saw In Overwatch.
I go into one shop thinking it's like this candy store, only to see my boss, my boss’ boss, and that older 60-something co-worker walk in and look at a viewscreen, where my gay boss describes that they need to enter in what her sexual gender preference is in this medical database, and that she can type in whatever she feels like (he doesn't want to pressure her one way or another). She doesn't seem at all put off by this and it seems totally routine. I decide that I should not be here for this sensitive information and leave, starting towards the ACTUAL candy store to get something. Before I can, however, an emergency alarm sounds - one I was apparently expecting sooner or later - I gather my stuff and my coat, and I follow people out.
It's here that my work people disappear from the dream completely, and I'm now with two people, one of which I know as a friend in the dream, but have never met in real life. Both are just completely dream-manufactured people, as far as I can remember. One of them might have looked a lot like Julian from The Flash.
Once we're out, I meet up with my friend and this Julian guy, who seems nice enough, but I somehow know from the start that I totally do not agree with this dude on a lot of issues. He also makes some really poor-taste jokes I don't know how to react to. At this point in the dream I think I've decided he's probably shitty, and my brain does that thing where it changes the narrative to match what's on my mind (this happens a lot in my dreams).
We emerge from the undercity to see a massive, four-legged walking city before us. I move Julian back a couple of steps as one of the legs move, and we stare at the massive event till it plops down its spider leg a few blocks away. We then move out of the way of some cars that were waiting behind us, then start to walk for the other leg, marching up the incline of the leg in a huge single-file army line.
Me and Julian then somehow get on the subject of race, where he reveals that he thinks that there's too many other races around and there has to be some way to genocide them all without violence. I kinda retort with how it's impossible to control how human populations expand without some kind of violence, so even if you wanted to, there's no way to kill like all races but do violently do it like the nazis. It's not a great conversation, to say the least. But, he's also in my squad in what is now shaping up to look like an army, so we have to get along and I don't say anything that would be accusatory. Definitely sure he's a white supremacist at this point though.
We board the mini-city spider walker, at which point it lifts off and goes REALLY fucking high. I hear there's going to be a propaganda movie and everyone I'm with is psyched. We go up to the very very roof of what is apparently a weird multi-balloon blimp, with one main lower bulk, and tons of smaller blimp balloons attached everywhere, by scaffolding that is very very sparse. There are no railings anywhere, and there are gaps to fall to your death EVRRYWHERE. People carefully move onto these various blimps, and my friends deposit me into a little section of one that is below the side of a larger one, with enough space for me to lie down, and headboard-like wall behind me had. My feet ARE AT the edge. I could fall off and to my death at any time. We all consider this normal. This is expected of us.
Movie starts, and it's miyazaki-animated. Very quickly they get to a part of the movie where the evil army attacks our army. There is a TON of scenes of guys dropping from a plane above, shooting while they fall, getting a few kills, then falling into the void below to their deaths. Nobody wears parachutes. Basically 1 out of every 2 soldiers who drops to attack don't hit the balloon and just fall to their death. This is completely normal and nobody has ever devised a better way of doing this. In my mind I am sure that this is the way this war must be fought.
I get freaked out by the lack of edges and the huge drop, and start breathing heavily as I try to pull myself together to climb out and leave to the safety of the inside of the blimp. I can't bring myself to move. I great more and more panicked until at last, I wake up.
Kind of a weird one.