Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

Fun fact: This was the first time in my entire life that I have dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.

Zombie Portal

I was in a darkened store. We had discovered that the elevator had broken.

The elevator had turned into a portal for zombies.

We teamed up and got as many weapons as we could from the store, shovels, knives, etc - anything sharp or deadly. I was left with sharp little darts. They would only be effective if I could attack the zombies from a distance. I remember that I was wearing a yellow jacket. The jacket had pockets in the front where I could keep my extra darts.

The zombies would come out from the elevator portal. Their flesh was falling off of their face. We tried to kill as many as we could on the first round, but many would escape to seek prey around the store.

Joe and I decided to go and hunt the rogue zombies. We were disappointed and disheartened to find many of our teammates dead on the floor. If they were bitten by the zombies, they too would also become a zombie soon.

We spotted a rogue zombie and I began throwing my sharp darts at it. I was surprised at how well they worked. Straight through the heart!

Unfortunately, they only worked so well. The zombie continued to creep towards me. Once it got close enough to me, I could recognize that it was the face of a fellow peer. The face was now disfigured, gray, and emotionless. Stripped of any liveliness that it once contained.

I didn't have a knife to defend myself, so I pushed the darts through his body and knocked the zombie to the floor. It took me down with it for a fight to the death. I didn't know zombies could bleed, but I figured that they could when I began to engage in Zukin Slaughter (a term for when I begin to overkill my enemy).

Once the zombie had been slaughtered, I proceeded to find Joe.

I took him from his slaughtering and lead him down a long dark hallway, in which he protested every minute of as it was very very creepy. The hallway was something out of a Harry Potter castle. Dark and wet and arched. Because there wasn't any life here, there also wasn't any zombies.

I took him to what was supposedly my dorm.

"Joe, I need to die," I pleaded.

"Why?" He asked.

"They got me," I returned. I showed him my stomach. The top part had been lacerated so badly all that was visible in the moonlight that poured out from the window was blood.

"I don't want to become one of them," I whispered.

In that moment, Joe had a powerful vision. He saw all of the names of the survivors etched in gold. All of the names of the heroes.

"I need to help them," He assured, "quiet, listen." We heard footsteps outside of the door. We weren't sure if it was zombie or human.

"I need to go," Joe announced. And I was left there in the quiet dorm with the moonlight as my only companion. The door was locked behind him as he left.

Mean Chick

I was moving into the dorm. Mine was a mess. Somebody had left all of their belongings here last year.

I remember being at an auditorium. There was a girl sitting next to me who had very short platinum blonde hair. She took my hand in a strange protective manner.

There was also a girl who was being mean spirited. She was getting physically violent with the other girls.

What interests me the most about this dream though was the girl with the short platinum blonde hair. She followed me throughout the dream.

In my DJ I also wrote "syringe and self hate"...Yeah I don't really know what I meant by that