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    Wildman's Journal

    by , 07-08-2010 at 08:01 AM (538 Views)
    #944:
    Date: July 6th, 2010
    Length: 6 minutes


    I'm not sure exactly why, but I enjoyed this dream a lot.


    <Interesting to note -- in this dream, I "feel" like I'm a few years older, especially near the end, when the plot doesn't really make sense if I'm not older than I am>

    The first thing I recall is running for my life alongside a couple other people, in an alleyway. Apparently a zombie infection has struck, and we're fleeing to safety. Some of the city has already been devastated. I spot a ladder to my right, and quickly climb up, to the top of some kind of skyscraper (yes, that would be quite the climb, but I don't think I actually experienced the climb). I reach the rooftop, and I think I'm alone for a while.

    My recall is a bit blurry here, but I think I'm concerned that this building might collapse. It has another, slightly smaller building leaning on it. The top part of the leaning building seems to be built out of wood, and the ceiling is mostly broken so that I can see inside. I think there were a few people taking cover in there. I jump into there, and then get inside an elevator, trying to get to the rooftop of another building. The elevator shaft is diagonal rather than vertical, and I'm hoping that nothing is too damaged.

    I press the button that will take me to the rooftop. After a long while, I'm still not there, and start wondering if I'll be stuck here and die like this, cursing myself for taking a stupid risk. Thankfully, though, the elevator doors open after a while and I find myself on a large, open rooftop, with a couple swimming pools on it. There are other people there, too. I settle near a pool at one edge of the roof, and set down a bag that I'm carrying. After a few moments, zombies start swarming the roof, having apparently climbed up.

    Total chaos ensues. Most of the people don't seem to have weapons and get devoured. Armed with a shotgun and pistol, I manage to hold off the zombies that head towards me. In front of me, near another pool, I see a mother trying to protect her two children, a little boy and girl. The mother dies somehow (I don't actually recall seeing her die), but I see the children still alive, and quickly motion to them to come to me. They do so, and for a while I keep the zombies at bay, but soon they begin gaining ground and things are getting desperate.

    At this point, I somehow freeze time. The zombies all stop instantly, though I think the children are not completely frozen. I start trying to figure out if there's a way we can escape from this situation. At this point I realize that my shotgun, my best weapon, is missing. I check in my bag, but don't find it. I wonder if I dropped it in the pool or something, but I can't see it. I ask the little girl (I think through telepathy?) if they have anything that might be of use, and she says they have a shotgun. I tell her that's good news, and I take a look at the weapon. It looks like an oval-shaped, purple alarm clock with several holes in it -- nothing like a gun, but apparently it is.

    Before I can do anything else, a small group of people in suits arrive. It seems that time is not stopped anymore, but the zombies are just standing still. One of the people wearing a suit comes up to me, and he explains that the zombies are actually created and controlled by them. He offers me some kind of shady deal for my life, and I refuse. We end up in a close-quarters hand-to-hand battle, and I kill him. I don't recall this very well, but I think I kill several more of the people in suits, who each come up to me individually and try to bargain.

    At some point, I agree to a deal, I think with a blonde-haired woman. I don't think she's part of the same organization as the others were, however. Still, I'm worried that she will try to double-cross me, but I figure I don't have much choice. The deal was basically this: I join them, and they will keep the children (and, technically, me) safe. Soon enough, I find myself with the children in a sort of limousine. Also there is a vaguely asian-looking woman with dark, long hair. She seems to be my age (that is, my age irl, 19), but in the dream I am apparently significantly older than her. She is in charge, it seems.

    The limo stops, and we get out. We're in some kind of forest-like area, and we approach a lone building, some kind of outpost. There was something we had to watch out for here, but I don't recall if it was mines or zombies. Anyways, we go inside, and I'm greeted pretty warmly by a few people. Apparently these are the "good guys," a group of human survivors trying to rebuild. I chat with them for a while, and they show me my assigned bed, and those for the children.

    After that, we start talking about what the group does. It seems that most of the world, at least in this area, has been devastated. Also, this whole disaster apparently started many years ago, so much so that among all these people, I'm the only one who was alive, or at least old enough to remember, in the world before the disaster. As such, I'm treated with a kind of marvel by the others, who are very curious about how things used to be. Apparently, a lot of the old technology has been damaged, and knowledge about how it works has also faded. The girl from the limo explains that teams of a few people are sent out each day to try to scavenge what they can, especially weapons (this brings to mind a sort of "vision" of a futuristic kind of gun which I guess we had "back then") to use against the zombies.

    The girl from the limo then starts asking me if I know any programming languages. I tell her I know a few, and then we get into a long conversation about programming languages, and she's fascinated as I talk about some that she's never heard. Apparently this kind of knowledge will be of much use to them. During the conversation, completely seriously, I ask her if she knows what the Internet is/was, and she says she's heard of it but can't imagine it. We keep talking for a while, and apparently my duties will revolve around helping people rediscover/use technology. The dream ended with me feeling happy at how everything turned out.

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    Updated 07-13-2010 at 07:15 AM by 2804

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