zombiesarebad

had a dream last night that i started a new job (which may actually happen) in a new hospital lab. They tell me the first thing i have to do is go up on the floors and collect specimens.

i get up there and it looks ultra futuristic... the walls are white plastic and the floor is some glossy black material. It looks like a spaceship set on a science fiction show. I get lost and i'm trying to find my way back down to the lab, and i'm worried that i'll make a bad first impression.

suddenly i come upon a patient room where i know i am supposed to go in and draw some blood. I go in and it's nothing like the rest of the hospital: the walls have peeling old wallpaper and it's really dirty.

the patient is just a giant head sitting in a wicker basket. It has a sign on it that reads, "Old Father." A nurse explains that the patient has hydrocephalus. I ask where I'm supposed to draw the blood from and she says, "you're supposed to know that."

odd.

just wanted to get this into my DJ... it's from my bedside notebook. The date was 4.12.12, and it was by far the worst and most vivid dream i've had yet this year. This isn't word-for-word as i wrote it that morning, by the way. It's rewritten here to make more sense. Here goes.

there was more at the beginning, but the first i remember i was in some post-apocalyptic world, standing on top of a very tall building that was an odd combination of skyscraper and medieval castle. I was talking to the leader of the group that lived there- an old man who looked like a wizard, complete with beard, blue robe, and pointy hat- trying to convince him to let me stay there.

he said there was a girl there that was sick and had to be separated from the group, and i could stay if i took her down to the basement. So i went to her tent (they all lived in tents on top of this building), and after an argument with her parents i picked her up and carried her over to this big industrial elevator that went all the way down. She was a teenager with short black hair and i noticed that she weighed next to nothing. I could tell she was indeed very sick.

the basement was very much like the inside of an office building. This part is so ridiculously vivid it's almost like a real memory. The carpet was red and the walls were green. It looked lived in; there was laundry all over the floor and a blanket spread out in the corner. She told me to put her on the blanket, which i did. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she said i really had to leave. I walked back to the elevator, only to find that it was either gone or not where i thought it was. I looked around a little, and started getting really anxious when i couldn't find a way out. The girl started yelling at me to leave, and i knew something bad was about to happen. I kept running down the hallways, looking for a way back up. Then, i saw the girl at the end of a hall... her skin was blue/gray, and her arms were strangely long. One of her eyes was red and the other one was black... the black one oozed some dark inky stuff. She was just standing there looking at me.

and that was it. I woke up in a sweat.