Heartwarming Dream

In a world of deadly battle, a scene of people fighting to death with Triggers is about to come to an end. I'm being chased by strong enemies. We are losing.

Our world is like in Black Bullet / Owari no Seraph / Attack on Titan. Nobody can survive in the toxic area surrounding our world. Yet we still war against ourselves.

A few people find out that we can indeed survive beyond the wall. I see people escaping. Nobody chases them, because most don't believe it. But because I see them not die immediately, I try.

I end up having to pull on grass in order to even get past. As if I'm climbing up the side of a wall. But once I get through, I stand. I realize I can survive.

A flashback occurs with various anime.

A man is seen getting decapitated. The setting is Sunday Without God, where you can't die. The head bites a fish to hold it then uses its tongue to start rolling away with it, as if to steal.

In Attack on Titan, various people die to titans.

Byakuren on a boat says, "Some people will drown for food" and 5/15 paddlers on a boat dive overboard committing suicide. "Some people will be eaten by their fate". The 5 in the front yell that they don't have to do this, but then they do too because the boat can't be controlled this way in the ocean and they're being attacked by a huge fish thing. Everyone gets eaten by the fish. The remaining 5 fight it out trying to control the boat, to their death.

I look across the boundary to see people still fighting. "You don't have to worry. They can't see you. You don't have to fight anymore. They won't come here."
It's a relief. I was losing against my opponents and desperately trying to survive.

I pass out.


A white flash. Some people wake me up, so I'm awake again, with 3 people staring over me.

"Ah, hey! He's waking up!"

"Welcome newcomer!"



As I wake up, I see the remains of an old destroyed town from before the apocalypse. Some people are doing some basic things you'd expect in a small empty town to try and survive.

I notice there is a nice flow of water, but with many brick walls in the way. This city could otherwise be France or wherever it is with rivers all over the city. In any case, I notice if I were to explode two of these walls, we'd have fresh water floating all throughout the city.

I have a fountain built in the center of it all, with a memorial for my grandma. Somehow or another some girl ends up helping me with my revival of the city ruins. We end up keeping each other's company from then on.

There are few animals living out here, but plants seem to be fine. We are able to farm for the few survivors living in this town. We all decide to live in the remains of buildings in the city and stay close to each other to more efficiently help each other out. There are people who used to be foes from the war, but in sight of a new life everyone gets over it. Nobody really cared about the war in the first place. And it's a miracle that we can survive out here.

Eventually in the new world, the area closed off with internal war becomes entirely barren. We decide not to cultivate it, or even bother with it. It's not as if we were stuck out here as cave men though. The world we came from was quite modern. It's just that everything outside was destroyed and in ruins. Of course we try to remake what technology we can. But nobody here has any engineering or carpentry knowledge. Even with left over manuals and whatnot, not everyone can do anything with them. The old world is more or less a husk for us to fill.

Then it comes to me that I've had this dream before. In a past life... somehow, I had escaped a barren situation like that into a dead city like this. And I fixed up the city. I blew up this wall before. I started building things that would help out town. I met the same girl who was helping me now. We had the same kids. I grew old in our new prosperous city again. I grew to see humanity pick itself up again. Again? This situation is repeating... That means... That means ... apocalypse... we can't... repeat...

In the end the dream actually become lucid before I break the wall for the river. I decide to break it anyway but then say that it's pointless for me to do what I've already done before. Then I remember how heartwarming the full scenario was in the past dream and go to search on youtube for my video of the revival of this city. The story written above is of that revival. The part about past lives is something I just made up based on how I remembered the old dream. I don't actually know if I had this dream before. It could be a mental illusion. It feels as if I had, even though I have no memory of it. I don't know. The brain can create funny illusions.