I had a very bizzare dream a few weeks ago. The premise was that there were two very different areas; one of them exists at the top and the other at the bottom. The bottom area however appears to be basically identical to earth, so that you can still see the sun, the stars, the sky, and everything.
In the bottom area, all social ills have all been eliminated and everyone has at least an very upper middle class (slightly rich) standard of living. The top area appeared to be only reserved for VIPs, scientists, and those that escaped the below area.
The bottom area is inhabited by people that are basically people that have cushy jobs and no real worries. The lawns are all green and perfectly cut and the houses are all at least 10,000 square feet and are at least 4 stories in height. People frequently throw parties to celebrate their success at their aforementioned cushy jobs.
Many of life's modern technological conveniences are availible through massive supercomputers that run data links from the top area to the bottom area. Rather than sending down bits of data, however, the programs are sent in giant plastic cases, as if it were giant WordArt. See
this link for a visual understanding of what I'm talking about. The big letters here are not multicolored but rather a monochromatic light blue color.
Now, the two areas are not entirely cut off from one another. From my understanding, there was more than one bottom area, areas that interconnected through the top area. The top area in appearance has a striking resemblance to something like a modern international airport. People use this part of the top area to transport from one of the bottom areas to another. It is basically a hub and spokes system, with the top transport area being the hub of all activity. The transport area, unlike other parts of the top area, is not a restricted area and thus can be accessed by anyone.
For whatever reason, I was unsatisfied with my life in the bottom area, so I had sought to enter the top. I had tried to leave clandestinely through the detection system, but I was stopped and unable to enter.
This is when my memory cuts out on me and I forget how exactly I got through the transport area's security system.
Now I'm walking around the top world. Despite it being the daytime, there is relative darkness with the exception of streetlamps illuminating much of where I was. I looked around and discovered that the place I had actually been walking in was a totally destroyed Manhattan Island. Interestingly enough, the World Trade Center stood, but only as a hollow shell at about 75% of the building's height.
From here, I woke up. That was it, and I never understood much about it.