Thread: "stetson/zombie Attack"

This morning's journal entry:

09/21/2006
"Stetson/Zombie Attack"

Had some b-6.
First thing I remember was being at the "Heads vs Feds" debate, on the legalization of marijuana, that I'd gone to last night. (Because of the architecture, I made it a point to remember that this would be an interesting place to incubate into a dream. Never thought it would happen the same night. Heh.) It was Stetson University, but I think it was in a gymnasium (which I’ve never seen) instead of the Hall, where it was irl. Todd was there, David C was there, and I think JD was there, also. I remember asking a question to the speakers, but I don't think it came out right, and I ended up having to clarify because people were getting the wrong idea of my position.
Sooner or later, (after what seemed like a while,) we ended up leaving. I forgot exactly where we were going, but I was in one of the back seats. Wherever it was we were going was out in the woods or the boonies, or something. Or maybe it was just a sort of park with a lot of trees, I dunno.
But, as we were on our way, and I'm not sure how it happened, but I realized I was dreaming. My first thought was to tell all the guys that I was with. I spoke up suddenly from the backseat and said "Hey, guess what, guys? I'm dreaming." For some reason I almost felt compelled to say "We're dreaming," but I realized that would only complicate things. Haha.
I got no response, anyway. The guys just kept on driving/riding, staring off into the night.
As we were passing a small house, (or campus building, I dunno) I happened to catch a glimpse of a figure sitting in a lawn chair, under a streetlamp – more of a silhouette, actually. He was leaning back, casually, one leg elevated so that the ankle sat perched upon the other knee, with an air of sophistication, wearing a bent, wide-brimmed hat. Hanging from one hand, I could see the four, bladed, digits of a gloved Freddy Krueger. He simply gazed at us silently as we drove by. (Hahah. Figures. With all the Jason dreams I’ve been having lately, looks like somebody got jealous. Lol.)
I say to myself that I’d rather not let him creep too much into my dream. Everything was incredibly vivid, at this point, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with him. (Even though I’ve already said it’d be fun to fight him, in another thread, not long ago. Oh well, maybe next time I see him. )

So we drove a little further and stopped somewhere in a wooded area of what I felt was probably a public park, somewhere, and got out of the van. From out of nowhere, as we were walking toward wherever we were going, zombies began simply showing up among the trees. (Maybe my subconscious was trying to compensate for the fact that I was still trying to keep Freddy out of my head. Heh.)
Anyway, lucid, I’m about ready to whoop-ass on the zombies all hand to hand, expecting my “friends” to be doing the same but, all of a sudden, they (my friends) take off and start running like lil bitches! :sweat2:
I’m like “WTF!” I didn’t really want to sit here “alone” in the middle of the zombie-infested woods – even though I knew I was dreaming. So, instead of taking out the zombies with my fists and feet, I did a few quick movements and started blasting at them with energy from my hands, running after my friends and trying to keep with them as they thought of nothing but escape.

As I’m weaving through the woods, running after the group, I kept losing sight of them, behind the trees. It would be as if they would disappear behind one tree and reappear behind others. It got so disorienting, at one point, that I noticed there were actually doubles, and even triples of my friends zig-zagging through the trees, that I was trying to keep up with, while still conjuring up bright orange blasts of light from my palms and frying the undead as I ran, more and more zombies coming out of the woodwork.
I knew that if I didn’t find a way to find single, static, versions of my friends, I’d probably lose them completely, and so I took off into the air to get an aerial view, at first using high fourty-something ft leaps to clear a few trees at a time – landing and taking off again, repeatedly, before actually trying to fly, level. I was surprised at how easy it was to stay right above the treetops, when I started flying.
What was really tight was, during my search and without conscious effort on my part (or at least that I can remember) a small radar icon appeared in my field of view, with 3 red blips on the “screen.” I flew directly to those beacons and dropped down into a tree, crouched down in the limbs, in the dark until I was able to actually see my three friends heading toward me. I jumped down and met up with them as they came together.

I ended up losing lucidity around this time and, the next thing I remember, we were back at my house. Only it was my house in Canterbury, not where I’m living now. (Why are so many of my dreams taking place in my old neighborhood?? I’m sure there is a reason. Just dunno what it is. Maybe it’s because it’s the time period when my most fond and/or unusual memories are centered around. Dunno.) Anyway, we were all walking in from the truck, having just gotten back out the woods/park place. As we’re filing in the door, into my room, I turn around to see that, following my three friends, were all of their doubles and triples that were confusing the shit out of me, when we were running through the woods.
I was instantly lucid again, having remembered everything that just took place, moments ago, after seeing all of these copies. Already annoyed with all of the tricks my mind has been trying to play on me, throughout this dream, I simply started fighting the entire group of twins/triplets, in my tiny-ass room; punching, kicking, slamming one of them through my mirrored-closet door, etc. The last thing I remember was going at it like 9 vs. 1 with these DCs, before the dream faded out.

Anyway, lucid, I’m about ready to whoop-ass on the zombies all hand to hand, expecting my “friends” to be doing the same but, all of a sudden, they (my friends) take off and start running like lil bitches! [/b]

lol funny dream man! im still laughing

That's awesome. One of my main goals, when I become good at lucid-dreaming, is to beat up some zombies. I love the zombie movies, like Dawn of the Dead and such

Heheh. Hell yeah. Sometimes it's a lot of work keeping up with a formidable opponent, even in a lucid dream, but Zombies? They are usually too slow and stupid to put up much of a fight. Heh. They are more-or-less target practice.

I simply started fighting the entire group of twins/triplets, in my tiny-ass room; punching, kicking, slamming one of them through my mirrored-closet door, etc.[/b]

That's right. bash those friends.

That's an awesome dream you had there by the sounds of it. Next time, eat a zombie

Imagine if that Freddy Krueger actually was him, and he killed you in your dream. You would have been stuffed then, wouldn't you?

I like the idea of the radar, I might incorporate that into my dreams. You have just given me an idea. To be part of a first person shooter, and have all the enemies respawn, battlefield 2 style.

Have you ever played TimSplitters 2 for PS2?
Ive always imagined my zombies to be like the sewer zombies in that game. It's an awesome game, I highly recommend it. Its full of unlockables

I hope I have more lucids, so I can bash/eat the ... out of the zombies.
P.S. I am only gonna eat one, because I wanna put myself in the shoes of the zombies... literally as well.
Im guessing it will tastte like orange-juice mixed with milk, with the texture of a boiled chicken egg.

Happy zombie dreams! ~Stoat

Im guessing it will tastte like orange-juice mixed with milk, with the texture of a boiled chicken egg.[/b]

gross

...yeah, that was kinda gross, actually.

Haha.