Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

10/02/2011
"Return of the Living Dead"

Another zombie apocalypse dream. (They seem to be a recurring theme, recently.) I don't really remember much of this one, though. I had some family members with me, and a dog. (I've also been having a few pet dogs in my dreams lately. I've had the idea of getting a dog on my mind, a lot, so it seems to be seeping into my dreams.) There was a lot of random running and fighting, in this dream. The zombies were much faster in this dream, than they were in my recent, previous ones.

At one point, I remember being holed up in someone's house. The homeowner - a man, I believe - was sitting on the couch, which was about half the distance between the front door and myself. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a zombie came charging into the room, holding a chainsaw. He lunged toward the homeowner, and I turned to dash into the kitchen, immediately reaching for the knife set. I didn't actually see whether or not the homeowner got killed, because I was busy searching for a chef's/butcher's knife. There was none to be found, though - just a bunch of small knives and shears, that looked like they would make horrible weapons against the undead.

There was a transition, here, and I was in the back seat of a car. There was a man sitting next to me, and one of my family members on the other side of him. We'd eventually come to find out that the man had been bitten, and he was beginning to turn, while in the car with us. I kept screaming to my cousin N, who was driving, to pull over, because the man was transforming quickly. She just kept taking her sweet time, though, as if this wasn't a dire situation. While she leisurely pulled her way over to the side, I began grabbing the guy and pulling him over top of me, in order to throw him out of the vehicle while it was still rolling.

Dream Fragment Two (FA)
I 'woke up' in my bed, and was aware of the dog from my previous dream, lying on my floor. I wasn't exactly looking at it, but instead had my head down upon my bed, so where the dog would have been lying was actually below my field of view. I just kind of knew the dog was there. This struck me as weird, though, as I slowly began to realize that I didn't have a dog.

(What happened next was really strange, because I can't exactly tell if I was getting hypnopompic imagery, of if was actually waking up, and catching some residual dream imagery. As I began to sit up, I was actually awake, but the line between what I was seeing being either a dream or waking life completely blurred.)

Realizing this, I slowly began to lift my head. There was something there, but it couldn't have been a dog, because I didn't have one. I saw the top of a hairy figure begin to come into view, my eyes adjusting to my wakeful state. For a moment, I thought it might actually be a dog, but then I knew that didn't make sense. Moving my head a little bit higher, I saw what looked like my daughter's head, and then a little more of her body, beneath it. This also struck me as weird, because I knew that my door was locked. It was almost unmistakably her, though, even though I could only see the most vague impression of her. She seemed to be lying on my floor, reading something out of a book. I could almost make out all of the details of her figure, but then, just like that...her image was completely gone - replaced by a few articles of clothing that were actually on my floor.

(I was now undeniably awake, with my head already lifted from my pillow, and all of the lingering images had completely faded away. I did quite a few reality checks, but I was definitely awake, and had been for the majority of this strange position. Even looking back on it, when I first awoke, I couldn't really determine when I actually stopped dreaming.)