SebastianCross

06/25/2015 - I AM EITHER LEGEND OR WILL SMITH

A convoy is driving by some buildings when the first car loses control and hits a wall. For some reason all the cars’ occupants get out. Apparently they already were where they wanted to be so it was all gravy. Or not. Why? Because we were in a goddamn Vampire Apocalypse. Yeah. Not Zombie. Think of “I Am Legend”. Soldiers are get this big Mucky Muck into the building and then in an elevator. They go all the way to the penthouse where there’s this super high tech and protected Panic Room of sorts. The Mucky Muck is there with his daughter, and he talks to a woman on the phone.

All of a suddenly, I get a call and I’m being guilted into protecting the Rich dude. Oh yeah, and I look like Will Smith (I think you can see that Celebrities are sort of a common theme in my dreams, I wonder if that’s a dream sign).

So I’m in the Panic Room with the Rich Guy, he’s all nervous and shit and I’m like this stoic bad ass, which is the funniest thing ever to me because irl I’d be shitting my pants non-stop. I think the Rich Guy needs me to retrieve something for him.

In the meantime we discover that Will Smith!Me is a lot older than I/he look(s), and that I’m actually the Rih Guy’s grand father. Apparently I was bitten by one of the vampires when I was a little boy, but it didn’t turn me. It did however slowed my aging process.

Right around here my alarm wakes me up.

I get up check my email, go to the bathroom, drink some water and then I head to bed again. (Mind you I wasn’t trying WBTB I just really needed to see if I’d gotten this email )

THE CAMP

My friends and I are in a gas station. I go into the convenience store to grab something to eat. Then we leave the car behind and start walking. So now more Vampire apocalypse. Zombies, apparently. I think the dream kind of shifted as we were walking, because I don’t remember being nervous in the convenience store.

So we’re in this old street in, I think Rio, lots of old torn down houses. We see this camp.It looks empty. I had a wall around it’s perimeter. We figure that’s a good place to rest. So we enter to check it out. When I’m looking into one of the tents, we’re suprised by people who were already living there.

They’re armed, but we outnumber them. I tell them there’s no need to fight and that we should maybe join forces. Strenght in numbers and all that. Their leader seems okay with the idea while the other people don’t.

I walk around the camp, some. Start a fire. Talk to one of my friend and that’s all I remember from this particular dream.

THE SPELLING BEE CHAMPS

I’m at work (a school) when my friend Alex shows up. I’m showing him the place, but apparently he’s already been here and he’s already know someone of my students. He stops by the library and hands a book to the librarian. The book actually belongs to one of my students.

Then we go to my classroom. I sit by my desk as I’m about to start talking with him, my students come in. They’re dressed in this weird uniform and they all seem very proud. Apparently, they just won a spelling bee.

The runner ups are also there, and they don’t seem upset that they’ve lost. Of course, being the great teacher I am, I proceed to make fun of the losers.

THE AGING PARTY GIRL

I’m at a park. The surrounds look a bit some, I don’t know Paris. At least, what I assume Paris looks like. There’s this Crazy Dude flying a stuffed squirrel like a kite (HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT THIS WAS A DREAM!) he’s doing this because he gets a kick out of seeing Falcon’s get all confused and attack the flying stuffed squirrel. I see one of the falcons attacking it and I do laugh, so maybe I’m a tad crazy too. There are two guys with videocameras shooting the falcons attack, I think, for a reality show. Man, the French are weird.

I decide to leave I pass by a pretty girl who’s locking her car door. Her car is filled with junk. Her friend is awaiting for her up ahead. Also pretty. They are much younger than I am, though. Like maybe ten or fifteen years. On the corner I meet a friend (well, not a real life friend obviously, a dream friend). Actress SHANNYN SOSSAMON.

I can tell right away that, even though we are friends I’m in love with her. But she’s more interested in partying her life away. I can tell that she’s sad. There’s something bothering her. I ask her what it is. “I’m getting old.” She says, as the two younger girls approach us. We cross the street, I look at her face and I think about her silly she’s being. And then I tell her. “You’re way more beautiful today than when I met you twenty years ago.” She’s smiles, and takes my hand into hers.

As we’re about to enter a building I get a little bit bolder and I wrap my arm around her waist. She doesn’t complain. Now, we enter the building and this is where my brain, obviously fucks everything up. The Stairs are impossibly hard to go through. They’re very narrow, and the apartment’s door look like doggy doors. So obviously, I get stuck. And I wake up.

(first and foremost, let me tell you that English isn't my native language so at times it might get hard to understand what I'm saying and for that I apologize)

I had a few dreams tonight, I can remember pieces of two, but I had a SUPER VIVID one that I decided to share.

I'm walking on these tall, huge wooden catwalks. I can see houses and the street below me and I instantly know that the streets aren't safe. Zombies. Of course. It's a freaking zombie apocalypse. I’m oddly calm, and I can see other people going about their business. One section of the catwalks start shaking and people start panicking. Zombies are attacking.

I manage to run away as I see a couple of the sections crashing down. It pisses me off to no end. I can’t stand zombies ruining our lives anymore. I walk back to the settlement. Which is basically a group of humans living in the ruins of an old suburban house.

(It kind of looks like one of the on torn down houses from that suburban area in the game “The Last of Us”.)

My sister asks me what happened and I tell her sections 7 and 8 (or maybe it was 6 and 7? I know one them was 7!) are gone. I ask about our parents and she tells me they are out looking for food. It seemed like something people did regularly.

I see 3 guys armed to the teeth. One of them is Marcelo, a dude I went to school with (I haven’t talked to him in almost 20 years), then there’s an old college buddy Danny and the third guy I can’t remember who it was. They all looked bad ass each had an assault rifle, military fatigues, bullet proof vest.

They were going to go zombie hunting. Since I was super pissed I decided to go as well. Apparently, I used to run with those guys back in the day. I wasn’t as bad ass as they were, but I was good with a camera and I used to film our adventures.

So I got my helmet camera, and my 9MM. I was super pissed I couldn’t find my Mossberg 500 (it’s a shotgun), Marcelo is super upset that I lost the shotgun that HE GAVE ME. I figured one of the people took with them when they went out to look for food. I see an old shitty rifle and for some reason I decide not to take it with me. I’m embarrassed by it. (WHAT THE HECK, BRAIN?! A SHITTY RIFLE IS BETTER THAN NO RIFLE AT ALL!)

My sister begs me not to go. She’s afraid something bad might happen to me, but I’m still angry. I want to kill some zombies to get back at them. So we walk out of the settlement and into another abandoned house. We see a group of zombies. Marcelo fires a shot, to get their attention.

Suddenly there’s LOADS of zombies coming to the house and I only have a goddamn 9mm. I’m shooting like a motherf- and I’m actually hitting them. Nothing happens, though. The zombies don’t die. They manage to get into the house. Danny is gone. Unidentified Dude is gone. Marcelo is like “WHACK THEM IN THE HEAD WITH YOUR GUN!” (I mean, sure if shooting them in the head wasn’t working, that’d definitely do the trick).

Zombie dog tries to attack me and I’m kicking it away. Whacking a Zombie in the head. I know I’m going to die. I think back to my sister telling me not to go. She was right. I should’ve stayed at the settlement. That’s when I wake up.

The funniest thing about this dream is that, I used to play this videogame called "War Z" (later renamed "Infestation") with a group of friends. It's set in a zombie apocalypse, of course. While the game was a LOT of fun, and while we DID have a blast, we sucked nuts at it. We were constantly being killed either by other players or by hordes of zombies. This dream made me think of those gaming sessions. I wonder if it was because I played FIFA with one of them last night... hmm...