Ruesia's Dream Journal

I had this dream the night of September 7, 2011

I'm in a smaller town. The center of the city. Some sort of gathering or maybe just a very social community. I have the feeling someone is watching me. There is a large man (at least 400 lbs) that is watching me. I am disturbed by his out of place presence. He is wearing a plain tshirts and pull-on shorts. He can't be more than thirty with a bowl haircut shaping his dark brown locks. He isn't clean shaven- has a few days of growth.

Suddenly, his eyes are alive and he is sprinting (or as best he can run) toward me, arms outstretched, the devil in his pupils. I am horribly frightened and begin to run, hiding. But he can grab me and get at me. I run up to an older gentleman (in his 70's or so) who is leaning against his older pickup. I tell him I'm being chased- that I need to be saved from this strange man. He doesn't mind, acts as if I'm not there, like it doesn't matter. I run madly between the parked cars, trying to escape, not sure how I will get away.


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I am at a debate tournament. We are sitting a room and I am debating a certain topic. We discuss it in depth. Then we break and I walk out to my car. I drive to my house, which is in Denair. I chat with my family, then I realize its time to go back to the tournament. I get in my car and as I am pulling out of the gravel driveway I notice people-- lots of them. Staggering around. I make sure my doors are locked and as I pull onto the street, my car struggles to accelerate. I keep pumping the gas pedal and watch as these staggering people come into focus. Their faces are mishapen and their eyes are piercing white with blood red pupils. I realize they are walking dead (zombies) and I begin to panic, but am safe and secure that my car will take me away.

However, my car fails and I find myself in a field. It is empty except for a few large bushes bordering a walkway to the farm house. I rush to hide in the bushes and turn to see another girl frantically trying to crouch between the bushes. We acknowledge each other, she tells me something about this outbreak. I then feel something pulling at my leg and see an undead person trying to grab me. I scream and start running down the drive, painfully aware I can't outrun them all.

I then notice two men riding very LARGE tractors. They are older and smiling. They see me and I run up to them. They ask if I'm infected and I say no. One man lets me climb onto his tractor. It is so tall the undead can't reach up. However, I'm sitting on the nose of the tractor and out of nowhere, a rabid blue merle queensland heeler leaps up and grabs at my arm. It misses, but is up on the tractor. I screech and try to throw it down. But to no avail. It finally sinks its teeth into my hand and the tractor driver tells me to get off. I oblige and step down, the dog dangling from my hand.

I need to get to that tournament. The dog is gone, my hand is fine, and I walk the rest of the way to the school grounds. When I arrive, there are few people that stayed. I walk into my room and the judge is packing her things, saying she can't stay here, that she has to get away. I sit down and am deseperately confused. What do I do? I turn to see me sister(yet it wasn't my sister) undead in the hallway. I am so numb I can't even react. I run down the hall and lock myself in a little bathroom. The door is thin so I know they can ram through it. I am leaning against the door, looking at the fogged glass that is thankfully small enough that no one can break through it and squeeze in. I lean there, panicking and wondering how I am going to survive in this bathroom. And somehow I make it through the night and I wake to find myself intact, but am aware of moaning and grumbling of the undead in the hallway. I hear my sister singing to herself. Eerily. I ponder how I could eat soap or whatever there was in the bathroom to make it through the duration. I illogically have hope for myself.

Then I'm outside my body- looking down on myself. I see an undead man walk up to the door. He is wearing a nice shirt and tie (or once nice, now they are bloody and dirty). He tightens his tie up and brushes his shirt before gently knocking on the door. I (myself in the room) don't even think- I (she) just answers the door. Because thats proper manners. The man screams like a wild, terrifying banshee and rushes in, knocking me down and sinking his teeth into me (her).

I woke up.

Interestingly, the dream about zombies came out of nowhere. I told M about it, and he said he had been reading about a zombie game last night. Curious.