In this dream I worked at some sort of research facility of nondescript specialization, and I do not know exactly what my role was there. The doors were like hospital doors, only they had the potential to be surrounded by two bulkheads with thin narrow glass portals, as if they were lift doors upgraded to nuclear resistant blast doors. That the building superstructure had multiple underground floors suggested this fact. I was assembled and brief with a team on a task of paramount importance. Somewhere in the city some cultists were raising a worm larvae into their god, and if it fully matured it would hold domination over the race of mankind and could very well destroy us all. It could only be destroyed by a powerful neutron bomb, and once it matured it was unsure what could destroy it at all. The director delivers a brief on how the neutron bomb will kill most of everyone in the city, and how they've made the decision to not notify the public that they're all about to die. They then go on to describe in detail that underneath the facility are a series of chambers that are completely neutron-bomb proof. There was one chamber with hygiene facilities and recycling units, a medical chamber, recreational area and living space, lots of materiel stores and so on. They explained how once the defence protocols were triggered, the whole building's blast doors would begin to lock down and the bunker's doors would remain open only until 15 people arrived, if more than 15 people arrived then the doors would not close. Once the two bulkhead doors would close an additional shutter would slam down, at which point vision of the outside world would necessitate usage of the cameras or opening the shutters.
I got assigned a taskforce with two others, and we wore some sort of benign security uniform. We began investigating through this amazing, arcane city, where the buildings were flanked 4 storeys high, red brick buildings, grey buildings, my breath was taken away by an underground station flanked in copper railings and beige limestone adorned with ornate clocks and roman numerals, leading into apparent marketplaces.
With some speed we tracked down the cultists to the location of the apparent worm god larva, a flower shop sales lady by the riverside who we had known for many years. She claimed to have no knowledge of the worm and that we were crazy, but one of the clues we got was that sometimes a little leap of faith was required at the place of Dilly. The flowershop was the first obvious marker because it had a sign saying Dilly for sale (Daffodils), and we joked about wanting to buy the largest Dilly on display. Looking into the river, the river was licking the lip of the embankments, and if we dropped pennies or pebbles they fell right through the water. Holding onto the rail I placed one step forward into the river and to the surprise of all, my foot touched something solid and did not fall to the water. Recoiling in alarm, my team and I then began calling out to Dilly, and I struck gold by requesting that I just wished to be its friend. The flower shop owner chastised me as the worm god larva revealed itself to me, as she said Dilly was prone to believing liars, to which my team members urged me to continue lying whilst they set up the bomb. It was a giant maggot think, beige flesh coloured, with two beady brown eyes sitting atop a broad flappy mouth, one surrounded in prehensile folds covered in taste buds. Surprisingly enough the worm god began conversing in English, started calling me bro and even wished to shake my hand, I found the worm god to be incredibly casual and happy to have made a new friend. Eventually I am interrupted from this task by the team completing the bomb setup, at once I begin to flee, upon realizing my team were pointing to the countdown. The worm god surprisingly enough did not spare words to my betrayal, or even acknowledged if I had betrayed it at all, merely mentioning that it was surprised that they were willing to use a weapon that would wipe out most of the population just to take down a worm god.
The countdown on its way to a few minutes left, I make it back to 'the building.' I am just outside one of the doors when I see some deploying their bulkheads, I carefully negotiate my way so as to avoid getting sealed in some room away from the bunkers. I bump into one colleague along the way and ask him if he knows where the shelters are. He says yes, and in that nanosecond of understanding we both bolt towards the shelter. As we bolt we are joined by more and more, and the running race gets dirtier and dirtier. I am at the front three with the first guy I noticed alongside one of my team members, they grab me and pull me back to propel themselves forwards, I pull them back and push them away. They trip and stumble, then I pull them up again and keep running towards the shelter. This act costs me two places in the queue, but at last I make it with one of my team. We strap ourselves in, 15 of us in total, as we hear the building shutting down above. Suddenly we are met with an astounding sight, what must've been a column of a hundred children walking right past the shelter. In our heads we considered asking them where they were going, but there was a dilemma, if any one of them got on board someone would have to get off or everyone would die. For 20 seconds everyone deliberated what to do, when suddenly the bulkhead doors sealed. Through the glass portals we could see the kids still going by, and everyone sighed a sigh of relief, that they were one of the 15, and more significantly the moral dilemma facing everyone had been rendered moot. We hoped they were going to some alternate shelter, but had no idea whether that was true or not.
Someone to my front and right then pointed out something. She said everything was too small, that there wasn't even accommodation facilities. There was the holding facility we were in, that had chairs we had strapped ourselves into, and it had hygiene facilities and a very basic supplies room, not enough to survive more than some weeks. At she pointed that out, something immensely unexpected occurred. No shutters rolled over the blast doors, and through the glass we could see something even weirder, through the feel of the whole chamber we could feel the motion of direction - the whole shelter was in fact a transport vehicle of some kind, and it was accelerating to take us to a place unknown at an increasingly fast rate. We began to ponder what this meant, where we were going, why we were chosen, and whether we would die or not. That's sadly where my dream ends
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