Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

Although not in lucid form this time. I've been having bouts of insomnia this week, so last night when I accidentally awoke during the Witching Hour, I decided to try to WILD, recalling what CL and I had discussed in the podcast last night about getting back to sleep successfully after a WBTB. I fell right back to sleep, and proceeded to miss some pretty big signs in this Post Zombie Apacolyptic dream:

I was suddenly standing in an alley in a residential area, with no memory of who I was. I instantly thought to myself "Ok, try to remember where you just were, and where you were headed.." (per the RC solution to help with the "jump cut" problem we discussed in the podcast last night ). I had no clue who I was or where I was, but pretty soon I noticed that there weren't any people anywhere. And things looked pretty trashed. Like when the scavengers have finished raiding houses after some kind of mayhem. "Zombie Apocalypse" popped in my head, and I knew it was the truth. I just started skipping through the alley and noticed that I had unusual strength. I could skip several feet in the air, and could go quite fast. (Really, Ophelia? Ffs.) it was a bright warm day, and I remember feeling really thirsty. I had a water bottle on me with maybe 2 sips left. I needed more. I kept skipping along and ended up behind a commercial building of some sort. I noticed a big cooler full of ice and cold water bottles! It made me thing there must be live people close, since the ice looked fresh. But as I went for the water, I heard a loud machine come up behind me. It was a medium sized, remote operated tank that I knew had been designed to wipe out zombies. One if the barrels turned and pointed straight at me. I used my superhuman speed to dive behind the large cooler at light speed. I watched as the tank fired 3 clumsy shots around me, completely missing. Suddenly the machine shut down and I heard a woman's voice. She walked up to me and helped me up, giving me a. Little of water that I don't recall if I ever drank. She told me something about what was going on, but the only part of the conversation that I remember was the explanation as to why I couldn't remember who I was. I was a clone. Humans had been successfully able to clone some of us who had been bitten by zombies, before we turned. The original me was destroyed, and the result was a healthy clone that had superhuman strength. I asked her if she was a clone too and she said yes. No clones had any memories of their original lives. Crazy huh. Anyway she took me to this rigged up clinic where there was a lady doctor who was responsible for some of the cloning. I don't remember why we went there, but when I met the doctor I asked her if she was a clone too. She coughed up some blood into a handkerchief and said no. She had been bitten and didn't have much time left. Before I could ask her if she was going to save herself by cloning herself, I woke up.

I gotta say, even though this dream was nonlucid and I missed some big signs, and I never even got to see a single zombie, I felt like freaking Alice from Resident Evil. I woke up feeling pretty bad ass