So I was living in this weird, post-apocalyptic version of New York, after what had apparently been some kind of crazy civil war, because at the beginning of the dream, the people who I guess were the losers had all jumped off buildings while the other half watched. It must have been a long ass war too, because the city didn’t look like the Mad Max kind of post apocalypse - it was crumbling, but covered with plants and vines.
The best part about the dream was that there wasn’t any huge story, it was just everyday life in this bizarre variation of the normal world. I went to the library, made dinner, and eventually got married and “bought” a house (note: buying a house in post-apocalyptic NYC means finding a space that you like and camping there). The best part about it was how makeshift everything was. Since everything we knew had pretty much been destroyed, life was improvisation.