Robot Dream

I dreamt I was living in the ruins of an enormous city. It sat on a huge flat plain, and the ruins stretched as far as the eye could see. The buildings looked like they had once been tall towers and skyscrapers of glass and steel, but now were just empty hulks of rusting metal.

Standing among the ruins were giant figures , more than a hundred feet tall. They were the remains of the giant robots, the last fighters in the war that destroyed the city. Some were lying flat on the ground, in pieces, but some were still standing. Rusted, looming figures.

In the dream I was living in the severed head of one of these metal giants. It lay on its side partly embedded in the earth, surrounded by broken bits of concrete and rebar. The severed wires and conduits and shafts that had connected it to its body dangled from the stump of it’s neck. I had emptied the head of whatever equipment it had contained, which was now strewn about the head in rusting piles. I had knocked out the robots left eye, and that was my access into the interior. I had to crawl to get inside. A curtain of some dirty red cloth served as a door.

The robot body that the head had been severed, blasted or knocked from, was still standing some quarter mile away behind a low cluster of smashed buildings.

I lived the existence of a solitary scavenger. Hunting small animals like rats, and exploring the ruins looking for anything that might be edible or useful. The rats were particularly large and aggressive, and although easily dispatched as individuals, could, in a group, spell trouble for anyone caught out in the open, especially after dark.