waterghost
Lurker

In dark, I met with a friend in a very strange place. We stood under artificial light from a parking lot street lamp in between 2 very tall barns. The ambiance of the place was dark and unwelcoming.

We find ourselves making our own way to separate barns when, from over the chain link that closed the place in, I heard a group of growls and distressed moans. We look out into the dark field as approaching zombies start to become visible!

It seems like hours go by of all the quintessential zombie movie stuff: endless running, getting cornered, falling, etc. All of this is taking place in the barn and I actually take a few of them out with power tools.

But I was eventually cornered by hundreds of them on the ?upper level observatory deck/maintenance catwalk? They started closing in on me, taking advantage of my claustrophobia, and I was overcome with fear.

At the peak of fright, every object and person (living or dead) in my dream was smashed together! Imagine, if you will, a whistling-wind tornado sucking everything into a center point and I was that center point.

The wind-force whipped us up in blood and blackness and we all became a darkened castle of a squishy, organic, bloody mess. The white moon crowned me as I was the peak of this mountain.

The structure was not too dissimilar from the one we see in Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night"

A friend said to me, "Here, drink this if you're about to go to sleep," as he hands me a glass of orange juice with pulp. I hadn't done any research on oranges potentiating dreams or anything of the like but I welcome new ideas. I drink about a cup directly before laying to sleep and my dream follows.

I'm driving a car with friends and the city lights streak past in contrast to the darkness. I smile as the car slowly fills with loud music and my most prized emotions follow. Freedom and unity comfort me in this scene and I long for my childhood; a time where these emotions ran rampant through my every day. Bliss is cut off and this pleasure comes to a screeching halt, inviting paranoia and manifesting claustrophobia. From the back seat a sharpened and short blade gleams in the street light. The next instant the blade is pressed against my throat and I'm enveloped in fear. I look into the rear view to see that the man holding the weapon is....Peter Stormare? I suppose I had been watching too much Prison Break. He is silent as he drags the blade across my skin and I brace myself for the worst pain I could imagine. Even though I didn't feel any pain, I felt my wet neck and showed myself my bloody hands as the scene is ripped away and replaced.

I found myself in a place that I could only describe as "space": an infinite blackness that stretched in all directions around me. A liquidesque silhouette in the distance was gazing upon me for a short while before it's complete transformation. A solid bone structure of a skull connected to spine started to become visible to me as I noticed the floating liquid was skin and it was being magnetically attracted to the skull and spine. It's hard to describe the rest of the transformation but the end result was a horrific, disfigured face with a fleshy spine-tail and large praying mantis-like blade arms. This abomination slithered through "space" slicing apart naked humans with ease and glee. The gruesome detail of these acts of violence was incredibly intense, as was my rising fear. The beast headed straight towards me as if the ripple effect of my fear had jolted him, suddenly. During his approach, I was shown the details of his expression: bloodlust and sheer insanity. I awoke before, what I assume would have been, my gruesome death in absolute terror. Good times!