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I had a very unsettling dream last night. Nightmare, really, I suppose.
There was a man, nearing middle age, I think, who wore smart, generally upper-class clothes. I remember a red dinner jacket and a cravat. He stood in a large drawing room inside a huge mansion in the country, looking out of the window. He didn't do anything for a while and I just knew that he was all alone there.
Then he turned around and walked out of the room, through the house to the front door. He hesitated slightly before opening it, but went outside anyway.
There was a huge crowd of zombies outside. They covered all the grounds and the land as far as the eye could see. And they just stood there. He approached one of them almost curiously and they began mumbling, muttering and chanting 'High society, high society..." until he went back inside.
He returned to the drawing room and waited for night to fall. All the while I could feel this overwhelming sense of lonliness and despair, as though he was just waiting to die. He had no one left, did not know if he was the only living person left and he just... wanted it to be over. But he could not, would not commit suicide. It was unthinkable.
So he waited, spending his days just wandering around the huge mansion.
But when night came, he had not secured the door properly. The zombies began to move and they got inside. Too late he realised and tried to block the door but they reached around and grabbed him...
I woke up at that point, feeling quite shaken. It took me a little while to get back to sleep again. The feeling of complete hopelessness just got to me... I think... if I had stayed dreaming, he may not have continued fighting the zombies. He just wanted his lonely nightmare to end.
There was a man, nearing middle age, I think, who wore smart, generally upper-class clothes. I remember a red dinner jacket and a cravat. He stood in a large drawing room inside a huge mansion in the country, looking out of the window. He didn't do anything for a while and I just knew that he was all alone there.
Then he turned around and walked out of the room, through the house to the front door. He hesitated slightly before opening it, but went outside anyway.
There was a huge crowd of zombies outside. They covered all the grounds and the land as far as the eye could see. And they just stood there. He approached one of them almost curiously and they began mumbling, muttering and chanting 'High society, high society..." until he went back inside.
He returned to the drawing room and waited for night to fall. All the while I could feel this overwhelming sense of lonliness and despair, as though he was just waiting to die. He had no one left, did not know if he was the only living person left and he just... wanted it to be over. But he could not, would not commit suicide. It was unthinkable.
So he waited, spending his days just wandering around the huge mansion.
But when night came, he had not secured the door properly. The zombies began to move and they got inside. Too late he realised and tried to block the door but they reached around and grabbed him...
I woke up at that point, feeling quite shaken. It took me a little while to get back to sleep again. The feeling of complete hopelessness just got to me... I think... if I had stayed dreaming, he may not have continued fighting the zombies. He just wanted his lonely nightmare to end.