I just remembered that I had this bizarre dream that I was in some kind of post-apocalyptic world, and my friends and I found our way to a haven of survivors and it was strangely just AWESOME. Like, everyone there was totally content and happy, and having a good time, and it was clean, and apparently this retro-futuristic airport place with a huge water park in the middle. And I figured out that it was a long-abandoned Chicago airport that had been flooded, converted to a water park, abandoned, and now was cleaned up and home to a bunch of people, and there was apparently a really awesome arcade/game room down in the lower levels so my friends and I started to head that direction. I looked outside of the window, and there was a GIANT pool in this kinda courtyard place where there used to be terminals and planes, and people were jumping off the building and swinging off of these amusement park thingies and swimming around, and an older guy walked up and talked to me about the game room downstairs, and he said that most of the games were gone now, though some were probably still there, but he didn’t seem to know he was in Chicago, so he was happy to hear that news. And then I woke up.

???

Nothing about that dream made sense, but at least it wasn’t a nightmare?