Parents, and guns, and zombies, oh my!
I swear, I should make horror movies. I'm a big ol' scaredy cat who purposely stays away from them, but sometimes my brain just aligns with them so well. (I also happen to think that the people who get freaked out the most from horror movies should definitely make them, because we'd come up with some freaky shit! :P)
So, I had this terribly disturbing and awkwardly weird dream this morning, but it actually turns out, this dream was awesome. Creepy, but awesome.
So I'm in my house. My parents are asleep in the next room. I wake up (in the dream, that is) and I realize that I have a gun in my hand. Confused, I walk out of my room, only to see my house absolutely teeming with people. Overcrowded to the point of ridiculousness. And hey, all these people have guns too. Crap. Unfortunately, I realize this too late, and I'm shot multiple times in the shoulder before I can even do anything. I make it back to my room and slam the door shut, but now that everyone knows I'm awake, they're after me. They're slamming into my door, running in and taking shots at me, and I'm defending myself as best I can. I notice that when I shoot people, it doesn't seem to hurt them much (honestly, I've got a couple bullet holes in my shoulder and neck, and apart from bleeding, I'm doing just fine), but I keep it up anyway, shooting whoever comes in before they can shoot me. Finally, the assault comes to a lull, and with a horrible shock I remember that my parents are asleep in the next room, totally clueless as to what's going on. I run from my room and burst into theirs to make sure they're okay. Fortunately, they are. They're both still in bed, under the covers, and as I open my mouth to say something to my mom, I hear the door whack open behind me. I know automatically that it's someone who's come to shoot us all. Before I can react, though, my mom pulls a gun out from under the covers and takes this person out. I'm beyond relieved, but I'm also wounded and tired.
As I'm looking into the mirror in my parents' room, checking my wounds (nice red blood dripping from my neck, yeah), I notice that the house has become totally quiet. Weird quiet. So I step out of the room into the hall, and there's this girl (no idea who she was), standing stock still in the center of the hallway. I have enough room to move around her, so I do so, but I realize as I'm passing her that something is totally wrong. I don't know what it is, but there's something completely off with this girl. I turn around to watch her and suddenly she crouches down and opens her mouth. Slowly, a hand starts to emerge from between her lips...a gray, wrinkly, decrepit hand, attached to a gray, wrinkly, decrepit arm, and it's edging itself ever so slowly out of her mouth. It's then that I realize that the bullets in these guns aren't regular bullets. They're not meant to kill - at least, not in the traditional way. The bullets are made out of some kind of metal that eats away the human parts of you, and the more bullet holes you have, the greater chance of you becoming...you guessed it! A zombie. I'm standing in the middle of my hallway watching this once human girl slowly give birth to herself (via her mouth) in zombie form.
And that's where I woke up, for real. :)
Like I said, horribly disturbing, but actually kinda cool. It wasn't the type of dream where you wake up in cold sweats feeling scared and wanting to climb under your covers till the sun rises. I woke up feeling empowered, like I had been the only one to actually understand what was going on with everyone. I still don't know why we were all trying to zombify each other, but it felt instinctual in the dream, protect yourself or be killed. I do have to admit that I'm glad I woke up before the full zombie appeared. I might have had to hide under the covers then! :P
I have a weird brain. Maybe I should look into scripting horror movies someday soon.
~G
So, I had this terribly disturbing and awkwardly weird dream this morning, but it actually turns out, this dream was awesome. Creepy, but awesome.
So I'm in my house. My parents are asleep in the next room. I wake up (in the dream, that is) and I realize that I have a gun in my hand. Confused, I walk out of my room, only to see my house absolutely teeming with people. Overcrowded to the point of ridiculousness. And hey, all these people have guns too. Crap. Unfortunately, I realize this too late, and I'm shot multiple times in the shoulder before I can even do anything. I make it back to my room and slam the door shut, but now that everyone knows I'm awake, they're after me. They're slamming into my door, running in and taking shots at me, and I'm defending myself as best I can. I notice that when I shoot people, it doesn't seem to hurt them much (honestly, I've got a couple bullet holes in my shoulder and neck, and apart from bleeding, I'm doing just fine), but I keep it up anyway, shooting whoever comes in before they can shoot me. Finally, the assault comes to a lull, and with a horrible shock I remember that my parents are asleep in the next room, totally clueless as to what's going on. I run from my room and burst into theirs to make sure they're okay. Fortunately, they are. They're both still in bed, under the covers, and as I open my mouth to say something to my mom, I hear the door whack open behind me. I know automatically that it's someone who's come to shoot us all. Before I can react, though, my mom pulls a gun out from under the covers and takes this person out. I'm beyond relieved, but I'm also wounded and tired.
As I'm looking into the mirror in my parents' room, checking my wounds (nice red blood dripping from my neck, yeah), I notice that the house has become totally quiet. Weird quiet. So I step out of the room into the hall, and there's this girl (no idea who she was), standing stock still in the center of the hallway. I have enough room to move around her, so I do so, but I realize as I'm passing her that something is totally wrong. I don't know what it is, but there's something completely off with this girl. I turn around to watch her and suddenly she crouches down and opens her mouth. Slowly, a hand starts to emerge from between her lips...a gray, wrinkly, decrepit hand, attached to a gray, wrinkly, decrepit arm, and it's edging itself ever so slowly out of her mouth. It's then that I realize that the bullets in these guns aren't regular bullets. They're not meant to kill - at least, not in the traditional way. The bullets are made out of some kind of metal that eats away the human parts of you, and the more bullet holes you have, the greater chance of you becoming...you guessed it! A zombie. I'm standing in the middle of my hallway watching this once human girl slowly give birth to herself (via her mouth) in zombie form.
And that's where I woke up, for real. :)
Like I said, horribly disturbing, but actually kinda cool. It wasn't the type of dream where you wake up in cold sweats feeling scared and wanting to climb under your covers till the sun rises. I woke up feeling empowered, like I had been the only one to actually understand what was going on with everyone. I still don't know why we were all trying to zombify each other, but it felt instinctual in the dream, protect yourself or be killed. I do have to admit that I'm glad I woke up before the full zombie appeared. I might have had to hide under the covers then! :P
I have a weird brain. Maybe I should look into scripting horror movies someday soon.
~G