I'll get it out when I can...
So I was planning on writing something a few days ago about how I have these dreams. The dreams involve me fighting massive numbers of people, w/ swords, guns, myself. Doens't matter! I'm always unbelievably out numbered. I'm always trying to save those I love Friends, Family that sorta thing. It's some really dramatic stuff, because I dream like I'm watching myself in a movie. Camera angles, music...whole nine yards. My father plays a HUGE part, he's like larger then life kinda. But he's getting old, and I know he's just not as...powerful? as he used to be. So I step in to defend. For example they will be getting robbed our something. And my dad will be shot or stabbed. I just flip out, sky opens up, lighting yadda yadda. I just start laying into this person. Slowly there are more people.....and I can't when, BOOM.. I'm down, and I have to watch my family die. It's horrible, imagine waking up in the middle of the night with that on your head. Other versions would be like Zombies, X has been in a couple of these. I know he can defend himself, but at the same time I couldn't live with myself if he got hurt around me. With zombies, you know, all it takes is a bite or something. I just become so overwhelmed. In some fights I can't move fast enough to stop it. It sucks to have to wake up and reassure yourself that your closest friend hasn't just been EATEN. Just last night, which got me this sudden urge to actually sit down and write, I had another one of these dreams. No family this time, just me and X.
This guy got together a group of kids or something to get all weaponed up, and fight a group of vampires. Well somehow I missed the moment of getting weapons, so that really sucked, I found a bamboo katana which I gave to X, then I turn around to get myself something and it's a kitchen knife that's left. It jumps to a couple of the people in the group are dead, I'm standing on some stairs with a kitchen knife, X and 2 vampires are at the bottom. X is just sorta of frozen in time with one of these vamps, he's in like midswing cutting the dudes head off. Neither one of them are moving...which was weird...but X was talking to me. Like a normal conversation. THe other vamp at the bottom was looking at me, talking trash. He know I was going to try and throw the kitchen knife at him. (side note: I actually taught myself how to throw knifes pretty well, so it was funny to me that that's what was in the dream) Well I threw it and hit his leg or something so I was like 'FUCK ME' something really weird happens next. I sorta just walk down the stairs pull out the knife and run back up the stairs to throw it again. But somehow the handle came off and it's just the blade. Well I hit him in the throat...and ocne again no luck. FOR some reason I just couldn't think of how to kill vampires. I left X at the bottom of the stairs, he was actually doing better then I was. The vampire I hit with the knife chased me down this hallway. I closed the door and locked it....cause of COURSE he couldn't break down this little door. Well somehow this hallway leads to the inside of a wal-mart type place. I'm in the back where the truck doors are. And I'm looking around at everyone walking ....they are ALL vampires. But for some fucked up reason they aren't attacking. It was only those in that one group. Well some more dream time fast forward. I see X out in the parking lot with 2 other guys in the group. And this short irish muscly vampire is walking off talking under his breath. And X made some comment about 'yeah uh huh...say something else!' waving his sword around. Well me being weapon less, I find once again some KITCHEN knifes. Like the Big Mike Myers ones. Somehow we end up in a little bitty warehouse w/ pool tables. We get trapped in there are like 30 damn vampires in the room. The 2 other guys with us DIE. X is just swinging away...one head after another. Once again having no problem at all. But he's slowly being cornered. I feel like I have a sweet idea of stabbing them with pool cues. WELLL! for some damn reason I just couldn't get them to actually stabb any of them. They started laughing at me. Everytime I went to stab the stick would splinter and shatter. Somehow my dad shows up....X is gone...for some reason. We end up outside in the streets. My dad is just like Ripping their heads off. One handed and everything. He's also like 10ft tall or something. He's got that same face I remember from when I was beat. It was rather emotional to see. They were tearing him to pieces, but he was just ripping more heads off. I run in screaming, with a beer bottle. I break it into a sharp piece jump on someones back and start to SAW OFF THEIR HEAD WITH A BROKEN BOTTLE. Now if that isn't the most violent thing you've ever heard. It was bloody too. Well after the glass piece disappeared I just stuck my hand in the cut and ripped his head off. But before I could finish, he did like this Tiger Claw strike in my chest....just thinking about it...it really didn't feel to comfortable in the dream. It was like he was gonna rip my heart out, but he snapped back after the strike. Well my eyes went white ....and I guess I died, cause I woke up.
I hate those dreams sooo much. This is sort of the reason why I hate zombies. Cause it would just be sooo damn stress ful to have to save certain people and kill zombies. It's absolutley ridiculous that I think about these things. I just can't save everyone..I'm not strong enough or something, and I can't deal with those facts. So yeah...one of the few dreams I can actually remember...I'll probably forget in a few minutes any ways.
This guy got together a group of kids or something to get all weaponed up, and fight a group of vampires. Well somehow I missed the moment of getting weapons, so that really sucked, I found a bamboo katana which I gave to X, then I turn around to get myself something and it's a kitchen knife that's left. It jumps to a couple of the people in the group are dead, I'm standing on some stairs with a kitchen knife, X and 2 vampires are at the bottom. X is just sorta of frozen in time with one of these vamps, he's in like midswing cutting the dudes head off. Neither one of them are moving...which was weird...but X was talking to me. Like a normal conversation. THe other vamp at the bottom was looking at me, talking trash. He know I was going to try and throw the kitchen knife at him. (side note: I actually taught myself how to throw knifes pretty well, so it was funny to me that that's what was in the dream) Well I threw it and hit his leg or something so I was like 'FUCK ME' something really weird happens next. I sorta just walk down the stairs pull out the knife and run back up the stairs to throw it again. But somehow the handle came off and it's just the blade. Well I hit him in the throat...and ocne again no luck. FOR some reason I just couldn't think of how to kill vampires. I left X at the bottom of the stairs, he was actually doing better then I was. The vampire I hit with the knife chased me down this hallway. I closed the door and locked it....cause of COURSE he couldn't break down this little door. Well somehow this hallway leads to the inside of a wal-mart type place. I'm in the back where the truck doors are. And I'm looking around at everyone walking ....they are ALL vampires. But for some fucked up reason they aren't attacking. It was only those in that one group. Well some more dream time fast forward. I see X out in the parking lot with 2 other guys in the group. And this short irish muscly vampire is walking off talking under his breath. And X made some comment about 'yeah uh huh...say something else!' waving his sword around. Well me being weapon less, I find once again some KITCHEN knifes. Like the Big Mike Myers ones. Somehow we end up in a little bitty warehouse w/ pool tables. We get trapped in there are like 30 damn vampires in the room. The 2 other guys with us DIE. X is just swinging away...one head after another. Once again having no problem at all. But he's slowly being cornered. I feel like I have a sweet idea of stabbing them with pool cues. WELLL! for some damn reason I just couldn't get them to actually stabb any of them. They started laughing at me. Everytime I went to stab the stick would splinter and shatter. Somehow my dad shows up....X is gone...for some reason. We end up outside in the streets. My dad is just like Ripping their heads off. One handed and everything. He's also like 10ft tall or something. He's got that same face I remember from when I was beat. It was rather emotional to see. They were tearing him to pieces, but he was just ripping more heads off. I run in screaming, with a beer bottle. I break it into a sharp piece jump on someones back and start to SAW OFF THEIR HEAD WITH A BROKEN BOTTLE. Now if that isn't the most violent thing you've ever heard. It was bloody too. Well after the glass piece disappeared I just stuck my hand in the cut and ripped his head off. But before I could finish, he did like this Tiger Claw strike in my chest....just thinking about it...it really didn't feel to comfortable in the dream. It was like he was gonna rip my heart out, but he snapped back after the strike. Well my eyes went white ....and I guess I died, cause I woke up.
I hate those dreams sooo much. This is sort of the reason why I hate zombies. Cause it would just be sooo damn stress ful to have to save certain people and kill zombies. It's absolutley ridiculous that I think about these things. I just can't save everyone..I'm not strong enough or something, and I can't deal with those facts. So yeah...one of the few dreams I can actually remember...I'll probably forget in a few minutes any ways.