May 28, 2008 08:41
I have pretty vivid dreams. Generally I wouldn't classify my dreams as nightmares per se. I usually view a nightmare as waking up completely horrified, covered in sweat and can't go back to sleep. No. Generally my dreams can be classified more as "disturbing." My "monster" dreams almost exclusively involve zombies.
Last night I had a disturbing dream. I was in college and lived in a dorm. And kids around me kept getting "sick" but I knew it was zombies. These kids would get bit by something fall really ill for like a day or two, die and then reanimate as zombies out to eat people. It started out as one or two people and then it became a full fledged outbreak and the school and the authorities were in denial but I knew what was up and promptly started preparing for the apocalypse.
I was in my dorm and the kid next door had fallen ill and I was freaking out because I couldn't find Rob. I was packing my backpack for necessities. I was prepared to be on the rode as long as possible. I had food, weapons, rope (according to Murphy McManus you never want to be without one) and my trusty Zombie Survival Guide (you're a savior Chuck).
So I'm waiting for Rob to show back up and the kid in the room next to me dies finally. Well shit. So I have to leave before Rob gets back and just hope I find him later because Billy in room 212 is about to come back to life and have a healthy appetite for my brains!
So I leave and I encounter a couple of girls who have caught wise to the whole ordeal and we hoof it across the big grassy courtyard of the school (you know all schools have one) and it was sort of a Shawn of the Dead type deal where we're just killing zombies as we make a run for my car.
Before we get there Rob shows up and I'm freaking asking frantically "Have you been bit?! Have you been bit?!"
Fortunately he had not. And we make our escape.
Then I wake up!
undead,
dreams