Yet another zombie dream...
Okay this one was a little strange. It was more of a video game, but still very intense nonetheless. It started off in Geron's old apartment in Hartford, but Geron was an old man. I had to initiate some things in order for zombies to come, but soon it had been done and we were on our way. There were many people banding together, and riding on large dirt tracks on snowmobiles. Yeah, this was intense because there were very scary zombies, but I think it was because I watched Gangs of New York for the first time last night (it was awesome).
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Zombi Dreams
Lately, I've been dreaming of zombies. It happened two days ago, and the memory is still fresh as brains in my mind.
The outbreak had occurred, and I was in some kind of housing development. There was a grocery store, a theater, and some nice houses near the mountains. Anyway, the development had been doing okay, fighting off zombies working together, but slowly, the zombies made it through our defenses. My SLF was there with me, as was some of my friends. We went to another friends house to see how they were doing. It was a girl and two guys, whom I had never met, but somehow was friends with. They seemed okay.
We went back to our house, which was already boarded up. We made sure we were safe, and rested for a while. I got up after a short rest and looked out the peephole. The town was overrun. nearly everyone was a zombie. I could see people getting overtaken by herds of slow moving zombies. It was truly scary. My aunt woke up and was out on the roof, trying to do something. Sure enough they had her. I couldn't help her. It sucked, but she had been trying to do something that wasn't all that important that I would not have ever done, so I took it as a lesson learned. I knew I was the only one who had the potential left to save survivors, so my SLF and I went back to the friends house. Her two male friends were eaten, and it was just her. She was crying, it was sad. We gave her a hug, and had tea.
Then I woke up.
The outbreak had occurred, and I was in some kind of housing development. There was a grocery store, a theater, and some nice houses near the mountains. Anyway, the development had been doing okay, fighting off zombies working together, but slowly, the zombies made it through our defenses. My SLF was there with me, as was some of my friends. We went to another friends house to see how they were doing. It was a girl and two guys, whom I had never met, but somehow was friends with. They seemed okay.
We went back to our house, which was already boarded up. We made sure we were safe, and rested for a while. I got up after a short rest and looked out the peephole. The town was overrun. nearly everyone was a zombie. I could see people getting overtaken by herds of slow moving zombies. It was truly scary. My aunt woke up and was out on the roof, trying to do something. Sure enough they had her. I couldn't help her. It sucked, but she had been trying to do something that wasn't all that important that I would not have ever done, so I took it as a lesson learned. I knew I was the only one who had the potential left to save survivors, so my SLF and I went back to the friends house. Her two male friends were eaten, and it was just her. She was crying, it was sad. We gave her a hug, and had tea.
Then I woke up.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Dream 1/7/2009
I went to a Ween show, in the middle of no where in NH. It was a big farmhouse and the show was in the back of one of the barns. Afterwards, I was hanging out with Deaner, and he gave me some vicodin, which was so old it was falling apart, so I did not take it. Soon I was off on the maiden voyage of the Titanic. Everything was going great, until I realized what ship it was, and I started to try to alert other ships. The problem was, they thought we were celebrating. I climbed out of my cabin and managed to get to another ship, however it was German, so I pleaded for help in German to all the passengers on board, “Konnen Sie Mich Helfen!?” Finally I saw my friend’s old parents, who speak German. They recognized me, even though their children were only infants. It appears that I had traveled back in time.
At this point I thought I woke up and called Topher Grace for about 30 minutes. He was my new friend. After that I went into Wild Oats, where I was still working and proceeded to tell my friend Chuck about it all. I thought that this was actually happening, and I was working there, although I was confused as to why. I soon realized I was still dreaming.
I returned to the present and was in an airport. An old man gave me a jewelry case that once held a platinum Euro symbol. He said to me, “Tell them you’re welcome.” I watched as he snuck through the check in. I then was left to figure out what was going on. Long dream short, I ended up at work, and was trying to read a secret message written on toilet paper. I was very upset because whoever had wrote it, had spelled the word pee as PIE.
THE END
At this point I thought I woke up and called Topher Grace for about 30 minutes. He was my new friend. After that I went into Wild Oats, where I was still working and proceeded to tell my friend Chuck about it all. I thought that this was actually happening, and I was working there, although I was confused as to why. I soon realized I was still dreaming.
I returned to the present and was in an airport. An old man gave me a jewelry case that once held a platinum Euro symbol. He said to me, “Tell them you’re welcome.” I watched as he snuck through the check in. I then was left to figure out what was going on. Long dream short, I ended up at work, and was trying to read a secret message written on toilet paper. I was very upset because whoever had wrote it, had spelled the word pee as PIE.
THE END
Friday, January 2, 2009
Dream from 1/2/2009
I was working in a terrible hippy store for my 7th grade English teacher (who actually married my DARE officer and got him to quit the force, for rel). It was an eatery, with all kinds of stupid hippy shit that sucked. It was on the main street of some small town in Maine. There was some kind of sketchy shit going on there. I left for the day and went home, which was actually my dad’s house. There was a knock at the door, so I answered it. A car had driven onto the porch. Inside it was two very sketchy looking youths, buckled with racing seatbelts, the kind that go over both shoulders. After they left, I went back to work, and I was an hour and a half late due to my family arriving unexpectedly. I was given a hard time, but I went back to work.
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