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    The Realm of the Child

    1. The Zombie Apocalypse

      by , 03-28-2012 at 12:52 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      This dream seems out of place for, me. Usually they are about video games or nature, though this seemed all too real and lacked environment.

      The beginning of the dream was but a small fragment that had nothing to do with the rest of the dream. I was in my dad's apartment, and there I was with my twin brother, who looked like me except with dyed black hair, and my friend Josh, who I only knew from an Art class I took when I was 15 and 16. I was playing a game of some sorts, my friend Josh was throwing white objects (I thought they were packs of socks at the time) and my brother, well, I hadn't a clue what he was doing. The front door was open, and through the still closed screen door, I could see another friend from the Art class, Noah, staring through as if he was suspicious or surprised to see what we were doing. Soon, he'd slowly back off in a scared manner, and I turned to my brother and said "That's Noah, the retarded kid I was telling you about." Of course, I don't ever remember telling my brother of Noah. This part of the dream would quickly fade though.

      Next thing I knew, I was in my Mother's and Step-Father's home, and it was night. From where I can remember, we were preparing something big. Everyone was hurrying, but in this part of the dream, it was only me, my mom, my step-dad and the people I chatted with on this dark-blue layout of a chat site. Still, everyone in the dream seemed more or less accurate looking. They told me that the zombies were coming, and I believed them, in fact, I actually felt like I was purely terrified at the idea. Soon enough, I was at the door and suddenly, I heard my mother scream out "Here they come!" and as I looked out the door, my Step-dad and my neighbors were closing some sort of metal gate in front of my house, and in the distance of the starry night street, which was much like the one actually by my Mom's house, there were many white figures, slowly navigating towards my house. Everyone ran inside. My mom, my dog, my other dog and even a stray cat. We then slammed the door, and this is where the terror began.

      It was actually quite calm, though we seemed to just be playing a waiting game. I was using my netbook to talk to some people on a chat site, though I had many chats that I ignored, only one that I went with and I don't remember our conversation. Soon, my Step-Dad would have told me to come into his "lab", which was when he took me to my mom and step-dad's room, where he said to stay as he set up his lab. The room was dark, and I remembered that there was a doggy-door to the glass sliding door that was in their room. Granted that in reality, no zombie could get through there, though it was just something that scared the living hell out of me. I was informed to enter the... "lab". It was in the same place where the bathroom was, except the interior was larger and actually like a laboratory. My step-dad placed a dollop of a brown substance on the back of my hand, then a small herb. After that, he began to viciously rub the stuff onto my skin, until it had disappeared, though once done, my hand stung and tingled weirdly. Still I went back to the living room and sat down. My mom and I began to hear a bunch of banging from the front door, just rapping over and over. My mom did something that I only now found out was quite stupid; she opened the door. It was only my cat, and so we let it in and closed the door. I went back to my laptop, realizing the dollop was dung, or so my step-dad told me, and it had to have had something to do with the zombies. I asked a guy on the chat "What's with this Dung stuff?" I said, though my mom came up to me and grinned "Look, if worse comes to worst, we'll get out of here. We'll get into (my step-dad's) truck with the big headlights," and I knew what she was talking about, actually "and just drive away." I shook my head and looked at her with a concerned intent "But, Mom. These aren't the zombies that we see in fantasy. This is real! God knows if we can simply just kill them by getting a bullet to their head." and not long after, my dream ended.

      Well, if one thing's for certain, it made me absolutely terrified about zombies.