28.12.2009 Zombie Apocalypse (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
After months of trying, I finally managed a zombie dream! Good times. Only thing is, the hordes of walking dead weren't enough to make me realise I was dreaming, hence the non-lucid. I did get a little bit aware towards the end though, which just made it all the more real. Details are a bit sketchy, since it was nearly 24hrs ago I had this dream.
I was holed up in the top floor of an appartment building in the suburbs. It was a modern building surrounded by normal houses with lots of gardens and trees. I spent a long time hiding in this building, having no contact at all with the zombies who wandered aimlessly in the streets below. There weren't a huge amount, but from the large window at the front of my room I could see that the street contained about 50 zombies. This particular brand of zombies were somewhere between the classic shambling, moaning, not-much-of-a-threat walking corpses (as seen in the original "Dawn of the Dead") and the more modern, able-bodied, running, bloodthirsty variety (as seen in "28 Days Later"). They were able to run like someone who was wounded, basically.
One day I was walking past this large window when a survivor in the street spotted me. She had red hair and was about 30. She screamed to get my attention, then ran to the front door via several gardens and over a wall. Unfortunately, the zombies couldn't resist, and followed her en masse. I let her in grudgingly, knowing we would soon have to leave. The zombies were gathering at the door, moaning and banging. The noise was attracting yet more of them from the surrounding area. Luckily I had prepared for such an eventuality. There was a wire cable running from the balcony, across a few gardens, all the way to another street. We each looped another piece of wire over the cable and swung along it to the other steet. I had thought this plan was foolproof, but the wire I was swinging on made a loud scraping noise when it went over the cable, thus alerting the hordes below. They all looked up stupidly in unism, then roared. We landed, and after much swearing, ran out into the next street.
There were still a few zombies ambling inanely with mouths open in this street- most of them having been attracted to my front door previously. It was then, when rounding a corner, that I noticed a flyer on the wall. It contained "Official Instructions" on how to deal with the infestation. The redhead looked at it and nodded. I didn't look, but somehow knew what the instructions were. They had just never been carried out very well. Apparently, a purple liquid had been invented which was completely toxic to the undead, and harmless to the living. (Rather convenient!) The orders were to dispatch vats of the stuff to every street, then throw it over any zombie who came near. This would result in instant death for the recieving party. We ran round the corner, dodged the odd zombie, and found ourselves in a ruined street of shops. All the windows and most of the walls were broken down, and there was rubble everywhere. There were also buckets of the miraculous purple liquid at every building. I rejoiced, and picked up a bucket. Two zombies were advancing on me at a brisk walking pace. I turned to them and sloshed all the liquid out of the bucket. I meant to soak them both, but only got one, completely missing the other. The one I hit immediately howled in pain and collapsed backwards. Visible purple fumes wafted from him as he fell, entering the nostrils of the other. Two seconds later, he collaped as well. Apparently, this stuff was very strong.
I can't quite remember the next bit, but it involved me running round the town looking for some item I needed to give to a friend. I found it in a tiny garden surrounded by a black metal fence. At this point I was armed with water pistols full of purple stuff, and the undead were no hindrance.
The next thing I remember, I was all out of liquid, but had partied up with a group of survivors. We were at the top of some kind of zeppelin tower- you know, a tower at the top of which a zeppelin stops, and you get on. There was a zeppelin waiting. The leader of our group was a tall dude with black, slicked-back hair. He was carrying a shotgun, and he stepped through the automatic doors onto the balloon first. I somehow knew that both he and I were invincible- we could not be killed or infected. I think I had some low-level lucidity here, because I acted a lot more like myself. I think that's where the invincibility came from. Everybody stepped on board and looked around. We were in a kind of atrium. The floor and walls were dark wood, and a grand staircase up to a viewing platform was ahead of us. The furniture and ornamental plants in the atrium were strewn everywhere. The black-haired guy warned us that this thing was probably full of zombies. I ran up the stairs and saw, for some reason, a door leading to a dental surgery. It was lying open, and I could see the bright whiteness of the wall. I went inside to find a mostly-devoured corpse on the chair. It was gruesome, but I was cheered up when I found two weapons to arm myself with. The first was a large screwdriver with a blue plastic handle, and the second was a kind of cordless dentist's drill. It must have been battery powered, but even so, it was quite deadly.
I headed towards the very front of the viewing platform, and encountered a grandma-zombie. I gathered that she had been here for a while, because her eyes had rotted away! She had just two blackened eye holes in her green, rotting face. I got her with the dentist's drill, which miraculously sawed her head off in one swipe. I passed a few crappy-looking shops and came to what looked like the driver's seat. I approached it cautiously from behind, as I could see someone was still strapped into it, trying to get out. With my drill and screwdriver raised, I stepped round the front of the seat. It was my ex-girlfriend! She looked pretty much as she always had done, apart from badly cracked skin above her lips, and evil eyes. She gnashed her teeth at me, struggling to escape from the seatbelt, but it was very secure. Two straps looped over her shoulders, secured across the chest. I sighed sadly and jammed the screwdriver in her temple. I felt a bit of remorse, but I was soon distracted by many more attacks from zombified persons. I used the screwdriver and drill to lethal effect on lots of them as I moved along an upstairs corridor. They came out of the rooms on either side one by one, like a video game.
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