Not Another Zombie Dream
I'm glad I was able to remember what I dreamt early morning. The fantastical, albeit wacky dreams happen between three to five a.m. For some reason, it is always like some survival horror game. I hate playing those types of games because of Silent Hill. The people and places in my dream are made up. Anyone I know are not in it; pretty much, it's only me and a couple of familiar strangers I created. I've become a different person in some alternate reality.
It's night time and I'm home alone with my younger brother (I don't have a younger brother in real life, seriously). My parents have not come back. My friends, one girl and two guys, come to the gate of my home. One of the guys is supposedly my boyfriend. I let them inside and I quickly lock the gate. The girl says there are zombies out there. I don't believe them until one by one they start to appear. We all rush into house and lock all the doors and the windows. Miraculously, the house has guns to fight off the zombies/ghouls. Dad must have been an NRA member. I was equip with a shotgun. The zombies are smart and they manage to breach the gate and the house by crashing into it with a truck. There are too many of them to keep off as we head upstairs for safety. I tell my friends to take my brother up to the attic.
Help arrives. My neighbor, who I don't like, guns down the monsters. The zombies/ghouls starts to go after him. He orders me to go up. My little brother and I push heavy boxes and furniture over the bottom entrance. I notice something strange with him. He bites my arm which takes me by surprise. My boyfriend tries to pry him off; however, he fails. Something happens to my little brother's face. It gets deformed or melted after he lets go. My friend knocks him out with a bat. I cry that my brother has change. I seek comfort from my boyfriend, but I grow suspicious of my friends. My brother was alone with them. He asks me if there is something wrong. My friends also tell me that it's going to be okay. I ask them if they did something to my younger brother.
Scene changes where I encounter the neighbor who survived from the mob of ghouls. I think he rescued me, but it turns out he orchestrated the mess that I'm in. My friends were under his control before I met them. He turns out to be a vampire or something and he wants to turn me into one. I keep up a good battle by taking down my ex-friends, but in return I get both my legs and ribs broken from being thrown out of the window. Dying and exhausted, my neighbor tells he could save me if I become vampire. I end up stabbing my own heart (if that's possible) before he could turn me.
My alarm clock woke me up.