Memes, weird dreams & building evacuations
Had another Bizarro Sci-Fi Flick Dream (TM) last night, again involving pseudo-zombies. This one was way different form the last one, though, aside from the beginning...
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I'm running through streets again, only this time I'm dodging people who may or may not be zombies. It's hard to tell, because they still look like normal people. However, if I veer too close in my mad dash, they suddenly lash out with super-human speed and try to snag me. Somehow I manage to evade them all in the crush and I spend the next several sequences in various stages of escape from civilisation. I manage to meet up with a non-zombie companion as the remaining survivors of humanity are all slowly getting caught during flight.
Fast forward several years and companion and I are lying on a clifftop spying on the zombie horde. We seem to be the last human survivors, at least for a very wide distance around. We've been in hiding for nearly a decade, but now are making our way back with a plan to destroy the zombies in a crazy suicide mission.
After almost getting caught spying on the clifftop, we make it away and begin the first phase of infiltrating the zombie civilisation. Because all other humans in the area were exterminated years ago, the zombies aren't expecting humans among them and so we're able to get in pretending that we're zombies, too.
Somehow, just as we're about to complete our mission, my companion and I get unmasked as real humans. The obligatory chase scene through city streets ensues and ends when I land on a young zombie family's picnic table and trip over their lunch of (presumably zombified) pasta salad and hotdogs. I land sprawling on the pavement as the angry zombie mob following me rounds the bend. My companion has been caught by the zombie family mom while the dad is standing above me. Soon, we're surrounded and there's no escape.
This is where a twist comes in, though. First of all, these zombies are startlingly intelligent and fully cognizant beings, a fact which had been troubling me since our infiltration of their society. Now as I lie there waiting to be torn limb from limb, I'm confused as to why the mob is hanging back and letting the youthful-looking family have us to themselves. The dad explains to me, "You don't understand what we really are, do you? We're more alive and human now than we ever were before. You'll understand soon; don't be frightened... Just be grateful that you found us before the mob got you..." And then he takes my hand and bites me delicately on the finger.
I black out and when I come to, the world looks completely different. The zombies don't really look so inhuman anymore and I somehow have an understanding that I'm now better than human: I'm faster and more aware, for a start. And I realise that these "zombies" aren't really dead either; they're just humans that have been transformed somehow and for the better. We're the new breed of humans: faster, smarter, more aware and every bit as alive as we were before. I spend the next little while learning about being one of them and am actually feeling kinda happy.
Then the bombs start dropping, as an airstrike by some remaining core of humans somewhere starts leveling the city. I and my "zombie" cohorts are again running through the city, this time in a panicked dash for shelter...
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And that's where my dream stopped because then the fire alarm went off. We had to evacuate my building at 5:45 this morning because of a gas leak. Fun times. I jumped into my closest clothes, grabbed my bag and got out into the pre-dawn of Toronto. By the time I needed to leave for work, we still weren't allowed back in, so it's a good thing I'd brought my bag with me. Now here I am, sleepy and bored at work.
I've just discovered that a fun way to pass the endless hours when I have nothing to do at work is to browse LJ randomly. One can find all kinds of little gems, such as this meme that everyone and their sister has been doing lately. It's pretty fun...
You scored as Discordian. You are a Discordian! That makes you a real oddball, and this is a fact in which you take great pride! Everything is funny, and really, who cares anyway? Synchronicity is the Great Cosmic Comedy, and meaning is where you find it! Have you hugged your paradigm today?
Discordian
80%
True Alternative
70%
Mystic
65%
White Lighter
65%
Magician
50%
Spiritualist
45%
Aimless Eclectic
35%
Otherkin
30%
What Subversive Alternative Paradigm Are You?
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Of course I hugged my paradigm today. I hug it every day. We also brush each other's hair and gossip about boys; it's great. We're like this: ||, my paradigm and I.
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I'm running through streets again, only this time I'm dodging people who may or may not be zombies. It's hard to tell, because they still look like normal people. However, if I veer too close in my mad dash, they suddenly lash out with super-human speed and try to snag me. Somehow I manage to evade them all in the crush and I spend the next several sequences in various stages of escape from civilisation. I manage to meet up with a non-zombie companion as the remaining survivors of humanity are all slowly getting caught during flight.
Fast forward several years and companion and I are lying on a clifftop spying on the zombie horde. We seem to be the last human survivors, at least for a very wide distance around. We've been in hiding for nearly a decade, but now are making our way back with a plan to destroy the zombies in a crazy suicide mission.
After almost getting caught spying on the clifftop, we make it away and begin the first phase of infiltrating the zombie civilisation. Because all other humans in the area were exterminated years ago, the zombies aren't expecting humans among them and so we're able to get in pretending that we're zombies, too.
Somehow, just as we're about to complete our mission, my companion and I get unmasked as real humans. The obligatory chase scene through city streets ensues and ends when I land on a young zombie family's picnic table and trip over their lunch of (presumably zombified) pasta salad and hotdogs. I land sprawling on the pavement as the angry zombie mob following me rounds the bend. My companion has been caught by the zombie family mom while the dad is standing above me. Soon, we're surrounded and there's no escape.
This is where a twist comes in, though. First of all, these zombies are startlingly intelligent and fully cognizant beings, a fact which had been troubling me since our infiltration of their society. Now as I lie there waiting to be torn limb from limb, I'm confused as to why the mob is hanging back and letting the youthful-looking family have us to themselves. The dad explains to me, "You don't understand what we really are, do you? We're more alive and human now than we ever were before. You'll understand soon; don't be frightened... Just be grateful that you found us before the mob got you..." And then he takes my hand and bites me delicately on the finger.
I black out and when I come to, the world looks completely different. The zombies don't really look so inhuman anymore and I somehow have an understanding that I'm now better than human: I'm faster and more aware, for a start. And I realise that these "zombies" aren't really dead either; they're just humans that have been transformed somehow and for the better. We're the new breed of humans: faster, smarter, more aware and every bit as alive as we were before. I spend the next little while learning about being one of them and am actually feeling kinda happy.
Then the bombs start dropping, as an airstrike by some remaining core of humans somewhere starts leveling the city. I and my "zombie" cohorts are again running through the city, this time in a panicked dash for shelter...
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And that's where my dream stopped because then the fire alarm went off. We had to evacuate my building at 5:45 this morning because of a gas leak. Fun times. I jumped into my closest clothes, grabbed my bag and got out into the pre-dawn of Toronto. By the time I needed to leave for work, we still weren't allowed back in, so it's a good thing I'd brought my bag with me. Now here I am, sleepy and bored at work.
I've just discovered that a fun way to pass the endless hours when I have nothing to do at work is to browse LJ randomly. One can find all kinds of little gems, such as this meme that everyone and their sister has been doing lately. It's pretty fun...
You scored as Discordian. You are a Discordian! That makes you a real oddball, and this is a fact in which you take great pride! Everything is funny, and really, who cares anyway? Synchronicity is the Great Cosmic Comedy, and meaning is where you find it! Have you hugged your paradigm today?
Discordian
80%
True Alternative
70%
Mystic
65%
White Lighter
65%
Magician
50%
Spiritualist
45%
Aimless Eclectic
35%
Otherkin
30%
What Subversive Alternative Paradigm Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com
Of course I hugged my paradigm today. I hug it every day. We also brush each other's hair and gossip about boys; it's great. We're like this: ||, my paradigm and I.