louise du cray woke one morning from uneasy dreams
I had three extremely vivid dreams. Two of them were nightmares, and one of them involved sliding down lots of escalators and hallways in an attempt to reach a new roller coaster ride. Ryan was there, and Mike and Matt. But mostly the dream was sliding, and that was lots of fun.
The first of the bad dreams involved the campground where I used to go with Michele and her family every summer for two weeks. It looked basically the same, except that there was some kind of futuristic tomb along the lake. It was night and Michele and I decided to have a look, as you do. We crept up and looked in and saw that it was a mausoleum, with sunken pits in the floor where the bodies were, and some bodies along the walls, and they were just lying there, not in coffins and not embalmed, just all bared teeth and muscle showing and dead. Then, one of them moved. And I said, 'Okay, let's get out of here.' And then another moved, and turned its head to look straight at me with no eyes, and of course, all the corpses got up and chased us down the lakeside. They were angry at us for disturbing them. One of them caught me, and I somehow bargained with it to not kill us until midnight tonight, because I had some things to do before I died. I planned to get the fuck away from these corpses before midnight, and the worst part of the nightmare was that I could not get out of town no matter how hard I tried. Cars wouldn't work and I couldn't run, and they were going to kill me.
The second dream also involved Michele and took place at a hospital. It was Michele, me, and some lady who was our close friend in the dream. We were sneaking into the hospital for some reason, and so we had our friend on a stretcher. We got into a freight elevator, and behind us came some doctors with another stretcher. The dream gets weird and muddled from here. On their stretcher was a dying patient they were frantically trying to save. It was very loud and panicked. Michele was a nurse and was trying to help. The patient was contagious, but we were all blocked in and couldn't get out of the elevator. Their patient was coughing, and then our friend started coughing, and though she had been faking she was really starting to become sick, and her head stayed the same size but her body started to shrink to the size of a child's. Purple stuff came out of an IV and got on everyone, and whatever it was, it was awful.
I hate hospitals. And I'm not a big fan of killer zombies either.
The first of the bad dreams involved the campground where I used to go with Michele and her family every summer for two weeks. It looked basically the same, except that there was some kind of futuristic tomb along the lake. It was night and Michele and I decided to have a look, as you do. We crept up and looked in and saw that it was a mausoleum, with sunken pits in the floor where the bodies were, and some bodies along the walls, and they were just lying there, not in coffins and not embalmed, just all bared teeth and muscle showing and dead. Then, one of them moved. And I said, 'Okay, let's get out of here.' And then another moved, and turned its head to look straight at me with no eyes, and of course, all the corpses got up and chased us down the lakeside. They were angry at us for disturbing them. One of them caught me, and I somehow bargained with it to not kill us until midnight tonight, because I had some things to do before I died. I planned to get the fuck away from these corpses before midnight, and the worst part of the nightmare was that I could not get out of town no matter how hard I tried. Cars wouldn't work and I couldn't run, and they were going to kill me.
The second dream also involved Michele and took place at a hospital. It was Michele, me, and some lady who was our close friend in the dream. We were sneaking into the hospital for some reason, and so we had our friend on a stretcher. We got into a freight elevator, and behind us came some doctors with another stretcher. The dream gets weird and muddled from here. On their stretcher was a dying patient they were frantically trying to save. It was very loud and panicked. Michele was a nurse and was trying to help. The patient was contagious, but we were all blocked in and couldn't get out of the elevator. Their patient was coughing, and then our friend started coughing, and though she had been faking she was really starting to become sick, and her head stayed the same size but her body started to shrink to the size of a child's. Purple stuff came out of an IV and got on everyone, and whatever it was, it was awful.
I hate hospitals. And I'm not a big fan of killer zombies either.