Another weird dream below the cut:
There was an infection spreading (I have a lot of dreams about contagious infections apparently) that was similar to SCP 610 - it made everything look like meat and flesh, except a lot pinker - everything that got infected turned bright pink. Whole continents were wiped out by it. Humanity flooded the earth to try and keep the spread of infection at bay - most places were underwater, leaving a Windwaker-esque scenario where there was nothing more than little islands poking out of the water here and there. Most of the remaining islands were infected and even parts of the ocean were a gross sickly purple color and full of “pulp” that looked like bits of decomposing meat.
My friends and I had managed to escape from a region that was being overtaken by the flesh stuff. None of us were infected, thankfully. We had a makeshift raft and we were out at sea for a long time searching for pure land.
Eventually we saw a small island that was basically taller than it was wide - only about 100 feet in diameter and several hundred in height, rising above the ocean like a pillar or something. Tall smooth rocky cliffs surrounded it completely so nothing could ever scale it and get onto the island. The top had a steep incline, with one side being lower and one side being higher. A little house precariously perched on the top of the higher side. The hill itself was covered in what looked like fruit trees and thick, lush overgrowth. Smoke rose from the chimney of the hut.
We could see someone on the edge of the island. We waved to the person and called for help. They let down a vine. We climbed it onto the island. When we got to the top we saw it was an old man with a wide-brimmed hat and dark brown suspenders. He looked very kind. Once we had all safely climbed onto the island, we told him our situation, that we were survivors who had escaped the infection. He calmly assured us that we were safe. He said we looked starved, and offered us fruit - fresh apples and maroon guavas. He said we would find no infection here. The fruit was basically the most delicious thing I had ever experienced - I think I cried I was so happy to eat it.
We went up a winding little trail through the overgrowth, up the hill to the small house at the top. Inside, it looked like my grandparents’ house. The man’s wife was there and she ushered us in. We were to have dinner with them. We realized we had tracked mud into the house and we apologized but they forgave us. The husband set to cooking while the wife swept the floor. I remember thinking how lucky we were to have found such a place in the midst of the horrors that we had seen.
That’s where the dream ends.