BRAINS! Om nom nom nom: Undead lucid dreams

This thread is for anyone and everyone to post their zombie-related lucid dreams. Feel free to post comments and discussion of these undead LDs.
If you have an undead LD post it here!

I have so many zombie dreams that the hungry undead are a dream sign of mine. Here are two of the zombie LDs I found:

April 18, 2008
I am at a shop in a little town I've been to in waking life. The weird lady who owns the shop is reading a story. I am playing with some cool toys with some little kids. One of the little kids keeps poking me in the knee with a thumb tack. I realize I am dreaming.

Suddenly people start shooting at us from outside. I climb out a back window. I run along the canal, in the long grass, until I reach the road.

On the road a zombie horse attacks me. It has dead-white eyes, yellow teeth, and sores oozing green pus. Its fur is falling out, revealing greenish-gray patches of skin. It runs at me, trying to bite me and eat me. It is terrifying. I grab its jaws and twist them around and around until they snap off.

I stumble down the road with a group of zombies. They think I am one of them. Then I decide to fight them. I climb a tree. I see that my sister is a zombie, too. They all turn and attack me. My arms grow long and I use them to knock the zombies around like bowling pins.

June 18, 2008
The dream starts. I am in a high school classroom. It is a club meeting. I realize immediatly that I'm dreaming. The students are all zombies and vampires. The teacher is a middle-aged guy in a tan button-up shirt and brown sweater vest. I am not myself. I am someone from a national tennis federation that wants to increase the numbers of monsters who watch and play tennis. So we are giving away tennis scholarships to monsters.

The zombies and vampires have all written stories. Whoever wrote the best one will get the scholarship. The stories are also illustrated. I wonder what teenage zombies and vampires think about all the time.

The answer seems to be hunger and violence, as that is what the stories are all about.

i dreamed while in brazil, this wierd zombie/planet of the apes style dream. it was awesome and i wrote it into a short story and made it into a book. here's the dream story.

At the top of a tall hill stood an ominous edifice, inhabited by an aged yet still brilliant scientist. Sir James Castringham lived alone, but for his carer, as he was frail and crooked. I had visited with him on many occasions, however it was on a dark and windswept night in November 1938 that I chanced upon a room in his mansion previously unknown to me. At first I believed it to be a laboratory in which the aging genius was conducting unknown experiments. As I walked farther into the moonlight expanse, I saw a sight, stranger than e're before I had seen.
Lightening outside cracked and cackled and as the room illuminated with each flash, I saw more clearly. There appeared to be many free standing ovals dimly emanating a violet hue. Entranced by the rhythmic pulsating and softly glowing aura of the orbs, I was slowly drawn forward, arms outstretched before me, eager to feel the power at the source of these objects. My hands washed over the gently rippling smoothness, all sensibilities left my being, I was drawn closer and closer still to the violet-vermilion of the orb. Unwilling and unable to struggle against the wheel of fortune, I seemed to have been implanted, embryonic, in this "egg".
With hindsight in my favour, I now realise the course of events that drew me to the barren lands I now wander. As I integrated and disintegrated through nameless Worlds and dimensions, zig-zagging with no direction through futures and pasts of unearthly souls, I know not what Cyclopes or Sirens I encountered on my Odyssey.
I found myself awakening in a hut of bamboo and banana leaf, flanked on all sides by terrifyingly sinister looking beings. They stood approximately five feet tall in stature and possessed sunken, deeply set, burning crimson eyes, narrow and glinting. Their flat "simian" faces were covered with thick bristling hair of brown or black. Square yellowish teeth (for grinding bone, I now realise) with razor sharp canines protruded from thin lips. Lank and matted hair hug thinly from their scalps. Both sexes appeared as one, as obvious differences were concealed by the hides of the "animals" on which they fed. Some were clad in human skins and sported garments woven of human hair. This realisation chilled my blood as I was gripped by the foreboding stench of evil. All around the hovel I observed the hollowed skulls of their prey, used I presume as vessels for food and drink. The bones of the unfortunate victims hung in the form of hideous decoration from the walls and roofing of the hut. I felt my body wretch convulsively with terror as I imagined the torturous fate I awaited at the hands of these beasts. I looked sharply around for means of escape.
The elders of the group communicated a wish for those lower down the hierarchy to leave the dwelling. I was left with five of the creatures grunting and growling, in an idiom I could not place in any modern language. They were decidedly disinterested in the lowly human in their presence and went about concocting a foul smelling gruel. What smelled like rotting offal was blended and distilled through a series of hollowed bones, a clever yet primitive apparatus! The raging fire under the contraption caused the sourness of the bile to fill the room. The elders beckoned to me and I shuffled slowly forward, heart palpitating, near exploding. As I approached them I saw the brew contained in a hollowed "monkey" skull. They wanted me to consume the stuff.
Feigning obedience I reached for the offering. As I brought my hand slowly forward to take the skull, I jerked suddenly towards the fire. Snatching the burning embers, feeling no pain or fear, I cast the coals into the faces of my opponents. The bristling fur and matted hair set ablaze immediately and with shrill howls of agony, the fiends ran wildly, flailing in blazes. I seized my oppertunity and stole silently into the shadows, moving stealthily away from the village of doom and out into the desolate landscape.
After days of trekking, I encountered an overgrown entrance to a cavern and stopped a while to tend to my burned and blistered hands. Upon recovery, I left this place with urgency and ventured farther still into the uninhabited wilderness.
Now, I roam, nomadic, from barren land to barren land. On occasion I meet others. Humans sometimes, other times ravenous, raving, ape-like creatures, devoid of rational, yet still holding desperately to something civil. These are the ones that did not quite assimilate into the world of the simian, who roam. I avoid these things. Trust has left me and I shy away from encounters with people. I have watched them trading with the beasts. Selling their own spawn for brewed offal. I remain alone. I do not expect to find a path home and so I leave this memoir, in the hope that some enlightened man may find it, and know of my fate.

Nice, dweezil! That is quite the scary psudo-zombie dream.

tehe dream zombies amuse me...
hmmm one i've had.....oh one time i was in wal-mart and my bro. and me walked out and got i the truck but a zombie came up to the window and started trying to get in but ya know zombies aren't that smart so we got out the other side and made a run for tractor supply which was next door...lol. it changed into a gun/weapon shop and we went on the roof and unloaded on all the zombies at walmart...:sniper::goodjob:it was cool but i had just seen dawn of the dead so thats pry where the dream came from...

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Originally Posted by ray

we went on the roof and unloaded on all the zombies at walmart...:sniper::goodjob:

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:shock: How did you tell the regular Wal-Mart shoppers from the zombies???
Seriously? Have you ever been there on a Friday about 5:30pm? :D

I've had dozens and dozens of zombie dreams. Only thing is, I keep my dream journal the old fashioned way - on pen and paper, so I can't be bothered going trawling thru all my books to find them. Mostly I end up finding a group of people, sticking with them until we get split up, then waking myself up before I get devoured.

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Originally Posted by seeker28

:shock: How did you tell the regular Wal-Mart shoppers from the zombies???
Seriously? Have you ever been there on a Friday about 5:30pm? :D

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lol, er...i don't remember if they were all zombies or not:P:shock:

I have been having zombie-outbreak related dreams for the past two weeks straight since I bought Dead Rising, and that's in addition to the few I would get previously! I haven't really been keeping good track in my DJ though, I will have to start to to share more of them with you!