My dream last night was a kind of Fallout-esque game that took place in my old middle school. I was a wanderer who didn't know who I was, and I was wandering the halls helping people. There was some kind of apocalypse that had happened in this labyrinth, and the rooms that once held people and small communities had been overrun by monsters. Lots of acid and poison themed stuff, specifically.
I started in my mom's old class room (she taught at that school), and I remember talking to the people who lived in that town. One of them could see the future. I asked them to tell me what they saw about me, because it might shed some light on who I once was. The person, crying slightly, told me that what they saw was clear: I was going to die. I would side against humanity with the monsters, though not out of malice, and then I'd be eaten. So, please. Do not trust the monsters.
I wandered the halls and kept checking rooms for new exciting things but every room was locked or showed combat and I didn't like the combat. Then I woke up.
