Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal

Late at night, we gather in an empty clearing. The grass is dry and dead, we're somewhere in the wilderness, on a school camp. The moon is out in the sky, bright and full, illuminating the clouds around it and shining just enough light for us to see where we are going, and what we are aiming at.

We're some of the last left, who knows how many others are alive, but the population is dwindling. We walk up to the wall of guns, I grab a pocket sized shotgun and some ammo, Jeremy grabs a gun off the rack and we walk off and join the group. We walk along the path with the small group we're with - just a few of us who knew each other from primary school. We're walking against the crowd, everyone else is running away.

Further up the road we find a shack to the side of the road, one of the sides has a giant hole blown in it. Jeremy and I go in first, scouting out the various floors of the house. There are small crates and doors everywhere, with glowing edges. Most of them are blue, but we see one door which has red lights instead. We break through the door and find a robot mounted on the wall to out right, on what seems to be a hallway. There were boxes of guns and ammo on the ground, I wanted more.
"Come closer, closer" the robot said. Jeremy and I instantaneously decided "Fuck this!" and got the hell out of that room. When we returned to the group I fired my weapon at one of the girls, Brianna accidentally. The shotgun was loaded with buckshot, but she wasn't harmed at all, thank god.

We turn around as the farmer who owns this land walks out holding a crate. He's tall, wearing overalls and with a big white beard. He drops the crate down and it's full of more weapons. Everyone immediately starts grabbing at the weapons. I see the SMG lying at the top of the crate, tempting but I hold out for more. Eventually, most of the weapons are gone and I'm left with a large cardboard cardboard knife, hammer, shovel, and a giant pair of garden shears. I should have picked the shears, but I grab the stanley knife for mobility.

We start to walk off, back down the path. Everyone is running to the left, but we see the wave of zombies coming at us. FUCK They're heading left in the direction of the group - what if we just go right? We walk around the edge of the fence line, keeping low and avoiding making noise. The zombies were clever to chase the rest of the people, but we out smarted them by heading right. I black out.

My memory picks back up with the group I was with, but in my school hall. There's loud music playing and everyone's dancing, oh shit it's a competition! I join in, trying to subtly hit on one of the girls. She keeps looking away and shutting me down coldly, what a bitch. I keep dancing, but I get hungry and want to show off to everyone. I pull a cold, hard boiled egg out of my pocket and take a massive bite. Everyone's impressed.

This one surprised me a lot, I really wasn't expecting my ex, Chelsea to keep showing up in my dreams. It's probably been 3-4 weeks since I've had a dream about her, and 2 years since we broke up

It was raining, though everything wasn't as grey and washed out as it normally is when it rains in my dreams. I was outside, on the fields at school (actually the field from my primary school). Apparently, I'd put some kind of post on facebook the night before, and the popular group tore into me for it, but I didn't understand what they were saying. I was walking along, about to go to class and trying to get out of the rain, when Chelsea approached me.
"Hey, Alex?" I was shocked.
"Are you alright?" I was confused, because a) she was talking to me, and b) she was genuinely wondering if I was okay. I looked at her, and memories I'd forgotten for a long time came back in one giant wave. She seemed just like the person she used to be.
"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"
"I saw all that stuff they said on facebook last night"
"Oh, yeah, my facebook messed up and I never got any of that"
I was so confused, I wanted to ask her why she was talking to me, if we were friends again, but I didn't, and I just walked away. I left the field along the small path that led to all the classrooms. A lot of my friends were on the field, looking at me strangely, I didn't want to talk to anyone and walked faster, holding my folder above my head as though I just wanted to get out of the rain. Why is she still appearing in my dreams? Perhaps she has something to do with the brick wall.

I continued to the woodwork rooms, where we were making wind turbines. Flynn and Paul were making a really accurate version for the school to present, but I wasn't that worried about the assignment and knew I didnt have to do it to that level of detail. I briefly questioned why we were making wind turbines - when we did that last year, but quickly dismissed the thought. Mr D and Mr P brought us over to talk about the new wood they had just got in which was supposed to be some sort of excellent wood, but it was actually just chipboard and plywood, which confused me briefly.

I panicked, as I realised I had forgotten my folder, and I must have put it down on the field in the rain when I stopped to talk to chelsea. I went outside to search for it, and I ended up in some kind of stall sale for the school, though it was located on what I think was a street in the inner city. It was raining heavier now, and I stopped to talk to a teacher explaining that I'd lost my folder and was going to find it, when I noticed it on the ground. I picked it up and walked inside.

This dream was really long, and very vivid. It seemed a lot more chronological than most dreams I have. My dreams are getting better, and I'm noticing things that are odd a lot more, but I've still been dismissing them. I'll start to pick up on them soon for sure.