J.D.

22.02.2012

Nuke myself... and as many bastard zombies as possible. (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I haven't been remembering my dreams as much recently. It could be due to focusing more on university and taking less naps. However, today I was exhausted after class, and hit my bed like free willy not clearing the wall. I was asleep in under five minutes.

I had a short, strange dream about walking the queen of England through a busy city centre and helping her onto a submarine which was docked in a canal. I woke up after the dream, but didn't move or open my eyes. Instead I "looked around" with my eyes, just to see what would pop up. A table solidified in front of me. I was sitting at it. A few seconds more and it became clear that I was in a booth at an american-style diner. I drummed my knuckles on the table and looked around. I was sitting beside the window, and it was pitch black outside. The only light came from small oil lamps scattered around the diner. The diner itself was bare and run-down. I remembered that part of the task of the year was to survive the Trinity Test of the first nuclear bomb, and it struck me that the diner could be part of a purpose-built "nuke town"- built cheap and designed to be blown up. In thinking this, I made it so.

A man approached my table from the right. He appeared to be a sheriff, and looked almost exactly like the sheriff from the start of Kill Bill. He said something to me in his southern-american drawl, adjusted his belt, and walked out of the diner into the dark. I can't remember what he said, but I inferred from it that a nuclear test was about to take place, and I should make myself scarce. Standing up from the booth, I noticed a huge, bright red metal cylinder in front of the till. It was about a metre and a half in diameter, and went from the floor all the way up through the ceiling. I assumed the first nuclear bomb must be inside at the top, waiting to be dropped.

With this in mind, I went behind the counter and into the kitchen, where I found a ladder and trapdoor leading to the roof. The wind on the roof was incredible. It roared past me, and I could see the changing course of the streams of air all around the building. It was very dark in the streets below, but the occasional light was on outside buildings. In the gloom I noticed strange dark figures running back and forth. They were jagged-looking, like they were crudely-cast shadows. A little curious, I turned to the top of the bomb container. There were still two army grunts working frantically on a complicated control panel. Their sense of urgency was compounded by the howling of the wind, and every so often they would make reference to "zombies". I wondered then, whether this nuclear test could have an alterior motive- the eradication of a population of zombies. As most people know, I am a firm supporter of zombie rights. Namely, the right to a swift and comically violent death. To attract as many of these shadowy zombies into the kill zone as possible, I ran to all four sides of the roof, shouting like a maniac. Dark shapes in the street below darted through patches of light towards the diner. They were quick and waif-like. Some even started hopping up the side of the buildings nearby. I looked over my shoulder at the army guys and motioned for them to hurry it along. I turned my back on them and saw a dark figure peering up over the edge of the roof. He jumped up, and everything froze.

The wind stopped howling and everything fell silent at once. Within a split second, a white-hot, orange light expanded from behind me. It was hot, and covered everything in my field of view in an instant. All I could hear was a high-pitched whine, and I could feel the blast burning. I roared as loud and long as I could -which I noted felt a lot longer than I could have done on a normal lungful of air- and the roar became part of the noise of the explosion. By the time the roar was finished, I had lost touch with any kind of physical body. My point-of-view had zoomed out beyond the town, which I could now see was on a narrow penninsula. The explosion obliterated it entirely.

In what seemed like only a few seconds later, I zoomed back in and found myself in a body again. I was deep underground, beneath where the town had been. I had a pickaxe in my hand, and was listlessly tapping on some loose rock. From there, the dream became a bit like Minecraft, -which I have tragically never played- and I lost lucidity.