Dreaming About Zombies
Last night I had a dream… I was in the middle of my town and all I could see was fire, fire in the buildings, stores and on people running. Emergency Sirens and screaming people echoed through the night as I stared at the world apparently ending. People were eating other people, blood stained pavement and vehicles. Bright Red blood, almost magenta. I was naked and felt that I needed to put clothes on but could not find the drawers or clothes. I wasn’t cold or hot though. I walked unnoticed through a buffet of people littered across the sidewalk and other men and women who apparently were dead came back to life and did the same. Nobody saw me. I was invisible right up until my ex-wife saw me. She had yellow bloody eyes and looked at me straight in the face. She was slobbering and pus ran down her orifices. I noticed she saw me and started to run away from her. I ran and ran… I was in slow motion and everything else at normal speed. My heart began to race as she came closer and closer and I was frozen not by choice. She finally caught up to me and took me to the ground. I tried to fight her but my hands went numb… I could not do anything as she ate my bowels and my groin area. I saw blood everywhere and her head bobbing up and down, hands tearing and shredding away at my organs like on a scavenger hunt… I never felt so happy in my life for some reason… I woke up and wanted to sleep again and continue the dream but I never found out the ending.
Zombie Dreams, we all have them. Care to share?
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This is SOOOOOOO weird because last night I also had a dream about zombies and it was about me being eaten by them. It was gnarly, and I couldn’t feel the pain but I was screaming because I was being eaten and torn apart by zombies!!!
But usually, I’ve been having Post Apoc dreams. Mainly about zombies, but sometimes about just a regular Post Apoc situation. I will be in a group of survivors with all my gear. It’s pretty fun too, cause i got all my cool guns and stuff, and we’re just scavenging around trying to survive.
I rose in the dream to the sound of screaming. An unrecognizable voice was near me saying something I couldn’t understand…what’s she saying? “GET THE F*** UP, WE GOTTA GO!” I snap to, taking in my surroundings with what little time I have upon me. I’m on a mountain in what looks like a campsite. Like some dreams, the beginning seemed unclear to me, yet I was not lucid so I was unaware I was dreaming at all. I look to find my wife shaking me trying to get me up. Within those first couple seconds, I finally remember what was going on. A group of people had attacked others in the campsite. The air was filled with disturbing moans, almost deafening like the sound of cicadas. I get up and we start running for our lives towards another cabin that had been used for supplies among the campers in the site. A couple gun shots go off, hand guns it sounds like. I turn in shock as I watch four rounds pierce the chest of one of the moaning people. That shock quickly advances to horror as the shot individual gets up and bites the shooter, literally chewing his neck out. What the hell is going on, I think to myself…
We make it to the cabin and I start rummaging through the drawers looking for anything we can use as a weapon. I run to the rooftop and my wife is helping some survivors tend to their wounds. I tell her to take them across the sky ride attached to the roof (I don’t know what the hell it was doing there but how convenient lol). “If ANYTHING comes through that door that’s not…regular, don’t hesitate to get your ass down the mountain†I tell her. I run back downstairs and barricade the door best I can, knowing that if I need to return to the roof, I can scale the wall from outside. I turn around to arms barely a few inches from grabbing me; I pull out my long knife and slash at them just enough to knock them away. They’re swarming the cabin, but it doesn’t seem they know to go through the door leading to the sky ride. They’re focused on me and they’re coming through the door. I dart towards the window, jumping through it taking a few cuts and bruises in replacement of what would’ve been my demise.
I run down one of the paths, dodging and juking out any of these “things†that are reaching out to eat me. There’s so f****** many of them… I reach my destination after a few minutes and my little brother is with my mom, dad, and little sister in another cabin. Thankfully there are only four of them outside, but I still have to keep my guard up. I reach in my jacket and pull out a .357 that I apparently had with me this whole time (lol). I take out the four and check my jacket pocket, reassuring myself I have more ammo after the next couple shots. I take them out of the house, only to find something else going on outside. More gunshots? Those are automatic weapons though, and more than one… we stealthily make our way back to the original cabin with nobody inhabiting the place, as they’ve all moved somewhere else for the moment’s time. I remove the barricade and we head for the sky ride, my wife waiting for us with the other survivors. We get on and we start taking the sky ride down the mountain. We get to the bottom of the mountain, surrounded by fog…not fog…smoke? Past the smoke is a city engulfed in flames and chaos. I remember a map faintly in my head from when the camp instructor told us about the sky ride…and because I did, I realized that the place we needed to be, a safe zone if you will, was on the other side of the city…