MoonShooter

There's very little I can remember from this dream, but I'm fairly confident it happened in this order.

First, I was on my laptop (as I am now) chatting it up on an IRC channel. I assume it was one of the tulpa channels simply because I was in a client that resembled Mibbit... and I only use Mibbit for those types of chats. In either case, I said I was going to log off, much like I did right before going to bed. Or perhaps I wasn't, I don't remember for sure, simply because rather than using the "/quit" command, I used the "/nick" command I believe. Whatever happened caused my nick to change from "Moon[Snow]" to "Moon[Snow]|". Again, part of the reason I'm beginning to doubt I was trying to quit was because I changed my nick again to "Moon[Snow] | " and then "Moon[Snow]| |" and then "Moon[Snow]| |\" (I know how uninteresting this is, just hold on). Eventually, some asshole started complaining about me constantly changing nicks... or rather he was noting it in a manner I found annoying "Moon just changed his fucking nick name again"... or something like that. I suppose I was thinking something along the lines of "It was a mistake you asshole"... or something like that. I looked down at my keyboard to test a theory, and true enough, the shift key, enter key, slash and dash signs were placed in a manner just begging for me to hit them on accident when trying to hit the enter button... or at least that's what I was thinking at the time, oppose to the "Holy shit, my keyboard is re-arranged! This can't be reeeeeeal!"

Maybe it's a testament to the hours upon hours I spend on the IRC channels...nah.

Anyway, I can't exactly remember the sequence of events that followed, but I assume I was in my house at the time. Because eventually, as I closed out of my computer, and did some shit, I was attacked by Zombies. At least I called them Zombies at the time. At the time, it probably would have made sense to call them walkers, or something else simply because I was thinking of Walking Dead, the show AND the video game at the time. The zombies were a mixture of the two styles... having the glowing white eyes of the comics/game and having the more realistic look of the show. In either case, as you could imagine, these things had me running. I ran down some staircase (that didn't match the layout of my own home at fucking all) right into the kitchen. I believe I struggled with some Zombies in there, locating a kitchen knife and stabbing a few through the skull. Unsurprisingly, I killed a few, but with every one I killed, it seemed like 10 more would appear. So naturally, I'm gonna Conker General "Fuck that shit" and run through the nearest door... which brought me into an exact clone of the kitchen I was just in. This time, I made the smart decision and blocked off the door to the other kitchen, buying me some time. I wildly looked around, hoping to find some kind of exit... and in retrospect, I probably should have tried the windows... eh, maybe there were more Zombies out there. I dunno. I doubt I was thinking to clearly at the time while the walking dead was clawing at my doors HUNGERING MY FLESH. Anyway, I resolved to finding a cabinet and getting inside. I found a bunch of matchboxes in there (one of which I recognized as the same one I keep on my computer desk). I stuffed all of them, except the over sized kitchen matchbox I actually knew for a fact existed, and hopped into the cabinet. I didn't think I'd last long in there however before the zombies got me. I had to escape... so rather than TRYING THE BRIGHT ASS WINDOW, I started ripping into the wall from a small gap next to the power outlet that accompanied me in the cabinet. As I panicked, ripping into the wall, a few thoughts passed my mind. There was another door... what if I could sneak through there, and loop around to the front and face less zombies. But what if there's a lot in there too? Well, at least the alarm is about to ring in my room... you know, the one I set up every hour to force myself to ask the question as to whether or not I'm dreaming.

Say, by the way, am I drea-

And then I woke up and thought... wow. That was dumb. I was a little nervous from the fear... but that might have just been hunger. Fuck am I hungry right now. Sum buddy go make me some nachos. With EXTRA pickles.

And as a side note, there wasn't any real signs of my tulpa doing anything, though since it's been reported in the past they can be involved in lucid dreams... eh, we'll work on it.