| zombie apocalypse |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|09:21 am] |
I believe this started out as me "going to see" Zombieland, which I haven't seen yet IRL. It turned into me running from zombies and meeting up with Woody Harrelson on some creepy back road. We ended up being holed up in a wing of a hospital with a bunch of other people. We survived there for a couple of months without being bothered, but all of a sudden, one of the women that was with us ran outside. Somehow she was able to communicate with the zombies and they didn't touch her. We found out that they were putting together a plan to burn down the hospital so we would run out. We had to think on our feet, so we made a break for the pickup truck outside. The zombies were all over it, but we fought them off somehow and drove off. We drove for a while until we eventually came to a survivor camp of sorts.
That was when I woke up and freaked out a little bit. I couldn't go back to sleep for a while, but when I did, the dream sort of continued. Instead of a bunch of strangers, I was there with my family and my five-year-old sister. We were in the desert, I guess the zombies couldn't survive there? My parents had volunteered to help arrange something in the camp, so I was taking a tour with my sister. The tour guide informed us all about the camp, and then we came to a big ditch that had skeletons at the bottom. He told my sister that this was the child offering spot, and that all the children were supposed to put a toy in and pay respects to the dead children. She ended up throwing all her toys in, even though I had told her that she didn't have to and the man was just crazy, and then she cried and cried. I had to climb down in the ditch to get her toys back, and when I got to the top, my parents were there. I explained everything to them and we decided that we were going to try to leave because all the people at this camp were completely insane.
And then I woke up. OH BOY. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|06:37 pm] |
I had this dream during my nap today -.-
I was dating this baseball player. I don't know his name, or what team he was on, or even how I knew he was a baseball player but he was. I remember laying in bed with him in my old bedroom from a house that we'd moved from when I was 15. We were talking and enjoying each other's company and he left. I followed and it led me to a hallway where other girls were sitting and waiting. They were either standing or sitting, whatever, but they all looked sad and scared. There was another door next to the one that I'd come out and one by one girls would disappear in there. I sat and wondered what was going on until my mom's best friend came in and explained to me that the girls were being tortured by members of the baseball team (their own boyfriends) and sometimes killed. I sobbed, crying that I didn't want to die and she just comforted me, kept saying that it was going to be okay. I was one of the last girls to go in and it looked exactly like my parent's (being my mom and stepdad) bedroom, except a bit bigger. I remember looking in the mirror at their vanity and seeing a lot of make up under my eyes and my hair all in my face (I haven't worn make up in months). My boyfriend was there, wielding a chef's knife told me to take off my shirt. He kind of chased me around the room with it and got my back with it (I remember the tip being pushed into my back but not like being stabbed, just the tip, and him dragging the blade across my back a couple time) before I woke up. |
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