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Cetacean Rising

 




March 4th, 2021

It is the apocalypse; whales and/or dolphins moved onto land and have been trying to eradicate mankind. For the most part, they have been successful and mankind is now on the brink of extinction. A little family managed to survive up until this point. In this family were at least three generations of people.

The family managed to catch a dolphin and make a living along train tracks. After finding a place to settle, they would walk the dolphin a safe distance away and make it tell whales not to approach. This was the job of a middle-aged man, the father of all the children in the group. A device attached to a harness around the beast’s midsection locked the mechanism in place. It had the appearance of a fan and was used by the whales to communicate across vast distances on land.

The rest of the family began to set up camp over the tracks of the trains. There were ruins and debris left over from a huge battle between whales and humans as several lay dead nearby. No one noticed that the youngest daughter was already missing before their camp had even finished being set up. Then at dinner, all were oblivious to a nearby bear which had its arms mangled in a fierce battle with a moose-like creature, and it was still greatly upset. This would be the last time the family would sit and eat together like they’d done so many times before.

This dream was actually dreamt as a movie I was watching during a second Texas snow apocalypse. I still don't understand how it had such a creepy vibe when the whales and dolphins had to crawl on their bellies like worms. A silly dream that was fun to watch.

My next post will be serious; I am currently researching the topics proposed by another dream on March 10. A warning will be written at the top - please don't skip it.

This post was edited by my friend, Midnight Philosopher.


Mead, James G.. "Cetacean". Encyclopedia Britannica, 25 May. 2020, https://www.britannica.com/animal/cetacean. Accessed 10 March 2021.
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