So we're talking dreams...
I seriously need to stop watching zombie flicks (or just plain try to forget about them), because they've been haunting my dreams too and from for a LONG time.
Most recently I had one of my, what I prefer to call, "dual-character" dream... I don't think I can properly describe how it works, but it's sorta like... I dunno... going through the same scenario as two different people... or in two different situation, depending on the dream.
The one I had this night was quite interesting.
I don't remember much about the first part of the dream, but I can tell how it ended. Me and my family were jumping out into a car, a SUV, parked outside a garage fairly reminiscent of the "garage" where you go down the huge elevator in Resident Evil 2 (heh, go figure). I remember being VERY afraid, something was going to come, something big. So we got out on the highway, along with countless other cars, and started driving. But there were so many cars that the whole traffic got jammed. I could hear explosions behind me and when I turned in the car to look, I saw, a long distance back, how cars were either thrown here and there or just plain disappeared into the ground. People were turning into lizard-like animals, the peak of human evolution before being absorbed into a constantly growing sphere of energy, feeding whatever was causing it. To quote a movie here, "There is no way to explain the terror I felt". I had to get out, but people were changing all around, roaring and screeching as their flesh bubbled and reshaped itself, their skin growing scaly and... you get the picture.
Anyway, the last thing I remember about that part was the light surrounding me, consuming me as I looked down on my hands who were growing claws.
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So at this point, I should be waking up, right? Wrong! My mind's never finished with such a cliché ending. No, what happened was that I found myself in a small, comfortable garden of a big, red house looking a little like that which my mother moved too, a little like my friends' summer house up north. I was with a few other humans, and apparantly I was now what seemed like the middle of my thirties, having black, short and slightly curly hair and a thick moustache. We were roughly twenty people or so (the house was big and when I think about it, sorta looked like my grandma's old house inside) with everything from people like me to teenagers, elders and kids. Heck, we were probably more, but I don't think I saw all of the people there.
Anyway, we were somehow survivors of the recent zombie-attack (this, I noticed in my dream, appeared to be a bit before the Apocalypse that had happened earlier in my dream...) and had made our way up to this deserted mansion/house. One of our present members, an elderly woman, was hurt a bit in her shoulder, but she was going to be alright. Things were looking good and, despite the lack of weaponry, it looked as if we would be able to wait this one out.
If it hadn't been for that wound though. I remember her(the old woman) saying something like "Funny, this swelling should've gone down by now," but I was far too busy preparing the place to think about it. It wasn't until a few of the members in our group were disappearing that I realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late. The old woman had become a host for some alien kind of life-form (much like the comic/manga Parasyte, if you've read it) and she was going to bring the apocalypse to Earth. I was aware of what she was, but before I could react one of the members in our group, a young and shy man, came at me with a hatchet, his eyes mindless as a zombies' and froth running from his mouth.
I defended myself as best I could, but it was futile and the rusted blade cut into my body. I didn't feel any pain, just a numbness beyond any I can describe, and I was left to die.
I didn't die though, and after a while I could stand again. I walked past a closet where I saw the young man sitting inside, clutching the hatchet like a child but saying not a thing, staring in front of himself. I walked out on the porch and found a bloodbath. Everyone was dead and the old woman was gone. I could feel the tenseness in the air and I knew the apocalypse would be coming, sooner than expected, and it was with tearbrimmed eyes I staggered out through the gate, out into the blooming fields to find the old lady...
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Obviously I failed considering what happened in the first part, but I hate/love my mind for doing this to me. Lately I've actually overslept a lot because of dreams I've just refused to end because they were so interesting. I can wake up, turn off the clock, answer the phone, anything. But when it's finished, when I go back to sleep, the dream continues... or is very finely sewn together with the previous one, so good I can't recognize the difference.
Enough rambling, just wanted to get this one offa my chest.
Most recently I had one of my, what I prefer to call, "dual-character" dream... I don't think I can properly describe how it works, but it's sorta like... I dunno... going through the same scenario as two different people... or in two different situation, depending on the dream.
The one I had this night was quite interesting.
I don't remember much about the first part of the dream, but I can tell how it ended. Me and my family were jumping out into a car, a SUV, parked outside a garage fairly reminiscent of the "garage" where you go down the huge elevator in Resident Evil 2 (heh, go figure). I remember being VERY afraid, something was going to come, something big. So we got out on the highway, along with countless other cars, and started driving. But there were so many cars that the whole traffic got jammed. I could hear explosions behind me and when I turned in the car to look, I saw, a long distance back, how cars were either thrown here and there or just plain disappeared into the ground. People were turning into lizard-like animals, the peak of human evolution before being absorbed into a constantly growing sphere of energy, feeding whatever was causing it. To quote a movie here, "There is no way to explain the terror I felt". I had to get out, but people were changing all around, roaring and screeching as their flesh bubbled and reshaped itself, their skin growing scaly and... you get the picture.
Anyway, the last thing I remember about that part was the light surrounding me, consuming me as I looked down on my hands who were growing claws.
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So at this point, I should be waking up, right? Wrong! My mind's never finished with such a cliché ending. No, what happened was that I found myself in a small, comfortable garden of a big, red house looking a little like that which my mother moved too, a little like my friends' summer house up north. I was with a few other humans, and apparantly I was now what seemed like the middle of my thirties, having black, short and slightly curly hair and a thick moustache. We were roughly twenty people or so (the house was big and when I think about it, sorta looked like my grandma's old house inside) with everything from people like me to teenagers, elders and kids. Heck, we were probably more, but I don't think I saw all of the people there.
Anyway, we were somehow survivors of the recent zombie-attack (this, I noticed in my dream, appeared to be a bit before the Apocalypse that had happened earlier in my dream...) and had made our way up to this deserted mansion/house. One of our present members, an elderly woman, was hurt a bit in her shoulder, but she was going to be alright. Things were looking good and, despite the lack of weaponry, it looked as if we would be able to wait this one out.
If it hadn't been for that wound though. I remember her(the old woman) saying something like "Funny, this swelling should've gone down by now," but I was far too busy preparing the place to think about it. It wasn't until a few of the members in our group were disappearing that I realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late. The old woman had become a host for some alien kind of life-form (much like the comic/manga Parasyte, if you've read it) and she was going to bring the apocalypse to Earth. I was aware of what she was, but before I could react one of the members in our group, a young and shy man, came at me with a hatchet, his eyes mindless as a zombies' and froth running from his mouth.
I defended myself as best I could, but it was futile and the rusted blade cut into my body. I didn't feel any pain, just a numbness beyond any I can describe, and I was left to die.
I didn't die though, and after a while I could stand again. I walked past a closet where I saw the young man sitting inside, clutching the hatchet like a child but saying not a thing, staring in front of himself. I walked out on the porch and found a bloodbath. Everyone was dead and the old woman was gone. I could feel the tenseness in the air and I knew the apocalypse would be coming, sooner than expected, and it was with tearbrimmed eyes I staggered out through the gate, out into the blooming fields to find the old lady...
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Obviously I failed considering what happened in the first part, but I hate/love my mind for doing this to me. Lately I've actually overslept a lot because of dreams I've just refused to end because they were so interesting. I can wake up, turn off the clock, answer the phone, anything. But when it's finished, when I go back to sleep, the dream continues... or is very finely sewn together with the previous one, so good I can't recognize the difference.
Enough rambling, just wanted to get this one offa my chest.