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Jul. 17th, 2007 01:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knights_say_nihMy second traumatizing dream in as many days, this time, a two parter;
I will try to type this up more as I experienced it, less in terms of plot;
I am at my grandparents cottage. Someone calls me. I go to the window, and outside are the creatures from Dr Seuss. Thing ONe and Thing Two. Only, lots of them. I run outside to see, and they go down to the dock. They invite me to go swimming.
As we swim, I become aware that if they touch me, I become one of them. I am trying to play without letting on that I know this. I can tell they know I know.
The thing that used to be my father touches me and changes me.
Pan. I am human again. I am in a typical zombie type universe. The transformation has evolved, and somehow become synonymous with the zombieism. I run a fortification, for people who have been 'bitten' or touched (although by now, this means the same thing, I do not remember the Seuss things.)
It is full of the unlikeliest sorts of people. All my family. Friends. People from the bar. Musicians. Teachers. Movie characters.
Enters I scientist. I have already met her. When we were finding this place, in a bus, we passed her and she showed us the way. We almost do not let her in, because if the zombies get in they could rip us apart. We are doomed to become zombies when we die, but we are not dead yet.
She comes in, but so do they. We kill them. This takes a very long tim, there is ducking and dodging behind things. I am terrified but in charge and responsible for all these people. I put my life at risk for them.
The zombies die. The doctor, she tells me the best news. We have a cure, a medicine for those who have been bitten so we do not become zombies when we die. An ultimate solution. It comes in the form of three popeye candy cigarettes that I am to doll out.
This is the longest part of the dream. I am aware of individually going around to each and every person in the room. I do not remember all of them, but I remember the multitude of faces.
Some include;
Bob Dylan
Jack Frost
Grandmother
Father
Telemain
Mother
Captain Kirk
Bob Marley
Harry Potter
the whole band Los Lobos
The Hare Kirshna from the mall the other day
Etc.
This takes a long time. I break up the cigarettes with my teeth because I do not have a knife. I am terrified there will not be enough to go around. As I break them up, I have people leave the room once thye have been dosed, so I have a better sense of who needs to be dosed still.
It works out perfectly. There is still an extra cigarette, which I break a small piece off for myself and then give to a passing person. I can go out in the street because this also somehow makes me immune to the existing zombies, or so the doctor has said.
While I am still in the grimy, dark washroom, the tiles are white but stained yellow and there's only one small window, the stalls are knocked down and the plumbing is gone. There are four people left, thereabouts, they have all had their pills.
Suddenly, one man screams. His skin suddenly bursts out with red, angry patches, in places. About as large as my palm each. I am aware of him exploding internally. I see his ribs come apart, bursting outwards.
This happens again, and again.
I become aware that the government has decided that the ultimate solution to the zombie plague is to ensure those bitten are physically destroyed enough that they do not become zombies, and are unable to spread.
I stagger from the bathroom, into the sunlight, and see stretches of corpses, and the occasional zombie feasting upon the flesh of the dead.
I wake myself up, as usually happens when I'm terrified in my sleep.
I will try to type this up more as I experienced it, less in terms of plot;
I am at my grandparents cottage. Someone calls me. I go to the window, and outside are the creatures from Dr Seuss. Thing ONe and Thing Two. Only, lots of them. I run outside to see, and they go down to the dock. They invite me to go swimming.
As we swim, I become aware that if they touch me, I become one of them. I am trying to play without letting on that I know this. I can tell they know I know.
The thing that used to be my father touches me and changes me.
Pan. I am human again. I am in a typical zombie type universe. The transformation has evolved, and somehow become synonymous with the zombieism. I run a fortification, for people who have been 'bitten' or touched (although by now, this means the same thing, I do not remember the Seuss things.)
It is full of the unlikeliest sorts of people. All my family. Friends. People from the bar. Musicians. Teachers. Movie characters.
Enters I scientist. I have already met her. When we were finding this place, in a bus, we passed her and she showed us the way. We almost do not let her in, because if the zombies get in they could rip us apart. We are doomed to become zombies when we die, but we are not dead yet.
She comes in, but so do they. We kill them. This takes a very long tim, there is ducking and dodging behind things. I am terrified but in charge and responsible for all these people. I put my life at risk for them.
The zombies die. The doctor, she tells me the best news. We have a cure, a medicine for those who have been bitten so we do not become zombies when we die. An ultimate solution. It comes in the form of three popeye candy cigarettes that I am to doll out.
This is the longest part of the dream. I am aware of individually going around to each and every person in the room. I do not remember all of them, but I remember the multitude of faces.
Some include;
Bob Dylan
Jack Frost
Grandmother
Father
Telemain
Mother
Captain Kirk
Bob Marley
Harry Potter
the whole band Los Lobos
The Hare Kirshna from the mall the other day
Etc.
This takes a long time. I break up the cigarettes with my teeth because I do not have a knife. I am terrified there will not be enough to go around. As I break them up, I have people leave the room once thye have been dosed, so I have a better sense of who needs to be dosed still.
It works out perfectly. There is still an extra cigarette, which I break a small piece off for myself and then give to a passing person. I can go out in the street because this also somehow makes me immune to the existing zombies, or so the doctor has said.
While I am still in the grimy, dark washroom, the tiles are white but stained yellow and there's only one small window, the stalls are knocked down and the plumbing is gone. There are four people left, thereabouts, they have all had their pills.
Suddenly, one man screams. His skin suddenly bursts out with red, angry patches, in places. About as large as my palm each. I am aware of him exploding internally. I see his ribs come apart, bursting outwards.
This happens again, and again.
I become aware that the government has decided that the ultimate solution to the zombie plague is to ensure those bitten are physically destroyed enough that they do not become zombies, and are unable to spread.
I stagger from the bathroom, into the sunlight, and see stretches of corpses, and the occasional zombie feasting upon the flesh of the dead.
I wake myself up, as usually happens when I'm terrified in my sleep.
