i had my zombie dream again.
and here it is -
it always opens with a fade from blinding white to me laying in a bed with an unknown girl. she lays in a mound of blankets facing the other way and the room is unbearably cold. i cant see her face and of course i pull the blankets and her face is rotten and ants are pouring out of her black eye sockets. she lets out a low gutteral scream, sub-human sounding. i grab the Gideon bible next to me and i smash her face in ; it caves in the a rotten pumpkin and then the room smells like fresh shit and death. this smell is dominant and constant throughout this dream. remember its only a dream.
i shoot out of bed no-tommorrow-style and of course the mad run begins. apparently im in a La Quinta motel , outside the room, a zombie latina maid greets me with eyeless sockets and a black eight-ball swollen head. a courtesy smile is frozen on her face. i briefly notice this before i splatter her head with the same Gideon bible. i run down the hall and there greets me a nice big fat undead security guard. again, he's eyeless and now headless as the Good Book explodes his head across the elevator doors. i wait for the elevator but its obviously stuck so i head for the god damn stairs. im on the 15th floor. yes, a La Quinta Inn with 15+ floors. i run like fuck down the stairs. on about the 8th floor there's a zombie toddler boy , apparently feasting on his pregnant mom. this tiny fuck is eyeless as well. this time i kick his face in . his head explodes spectacularly . however, his mom...or whoever she is seems to be coming around romero style. she's grinding her teeth. ... these zombies in my dream all grind there teeth like they're on x or something. her stomach is moving. suddenly a tiny infant hand bursts through. if you ever loved jaggy for his kindness and humanity, now you won't baby. the rotting blood flowed down the stairs like a river and i stomped that subhuman cry until all i heard was the gushing of undead arterial spray from a tiny heart.
i make it to the ground level. of course, undead fucks everywhere and all eyeless. i still have that Gideon bible but i ditch it for a shovel a nice undead gardener gave me before his braining. basically now, the dream is like a video game. im chopping up 200 to 300 zombies with this shovel . i see the ocean and apparently im beachside. i see a seaside amusement park in the distance. thats probably the creepiest part of the dream. for some reason im drawn to it, i think its a safe haven for me. i spot a golf cart with keys in it. however, i see that there are two dead (already brained) golfers in goofy dockers and ambercrombie shirts. its my dad and my uncle. i know its a dream at this point, cuz my dad hates golf, so i laugh and drive off in the golf cart. the zombies are kinda fast...not dawn of the dead remake fast, but like fast enough for you not to relax.
im driving the golf cart up this hill, i look back and i see an ocean of undead walking toward me. of course, i start plowing over zombies in the golf car. the plexi-glass wind shield is now covered in brains, meat, and blood. in my dream, its pretty vivid. the hill is getting steeper and the golf cart is starting to bog down. those fucking sea of zombies are getting closer so i crash stop the cart and hump it up the hill. i forget the shovel and this huge zombie fucker jumps in front of me. i have no weapons. but he just stares at me with those black eyeless sockets. the blackness in his sockets is the darkest thing i've ever seen, they're almost like soul vacuums as i felt short of breath. there was a big rock on the ground . i picked it up and threw it at him. it knocked him over. i picked it up over my head to plunge it on to him. he just looked up at me. so i dropped and watched his cranium splatter like a melon..and then i keep running.
i make it to the wooden stairwell on the beach. it's quite a ways up to the boardwalk of the amusement park. on my way up, i keep looking around for weapons but i find nothing. i keep climbing. i never look back but i hear those low subhuman screams behind me. the trek up the stairs is always very long but i make it to the top. i see the House of Mirrors. i run into it and of course, there are zombies in there. three of them, and these look especially malevolent and fucked up. they truly frighten me in this dream...this is when it becomes a nightmare sometimes. because they look and feel .. 'demonic' . i guess. i figure the best way to escape them is not to run but to sneak by them. im passing distorted mirrors and all i noticed are my feet. i finally get to the back of the House of Mirrors with no outlet. I'm trapped. Those three demon zombies appear, but they just stand there like mannequins...staring at me . There's a huge mirror in front me. For some reason, im drawn to look at myself. so i slowly walk to toward it. I finally see myself to find my face rotten with eye sockets black as Hell. Then i wake up.
and here it is -
it always opens with a fade from blinding white to me laying in a bed with an unknown girl. she lays in a mound of blankets facing the other way and the room is unbearably cold. i cant see her face and of course i pull the blankets and her face is rotten and ants are pouring out of her black eye sockets. she lets out a low gutteral scream, sub-human sounding. i grab the Gideon bible next to me and i smash her face in ; it caves in the a rotten pumpkin and then the room smells like fresh shit and death. this smell is dominant and constant throughout this dream. remember its only a dream.
i shoot out of bed no-tommorrow-style and of course the mad run begins. apparently im in a La Quinta motel , outside the room, a zombie latina maid greets me with eyeless sockets and a black eight-ball swollen head. a courtesy smile is frozen on her face. i briefly notice this before i splatter her head with the same Gideon bible. i run down the hall and there greets me a nice big fat undead security guard. again, he's eyeless and now headless as the Good Book explodes his head across the elevator doors. i wait for the elevator but its obviously stuck so i head for the god damn stairs. im on the 15th floor. yes, a La Quinta Inn with 15+ floors. i run like fuck down the stairs. on about the 8th floor there's a zombie toddler boy , apparently feasting on his pregnant mom. this tiny fuck is eyeless as well. this time i kick his face in . his head explodes spectacularly . however, his mom...or whoever she is seems to be coming around romero style. she's grinding her teeth. ... these zombies in my dream all grind there teeth like they're on x or something. her stomach is moving. suddenly a tiny infant hand bursts through. if you ever loved jaggy for his kindness and humanity, now you won't baby. the rotting blood flowed down the stairs like a river and i stomped that subhuman cry until all i heard was the gushing of undead arterial spray from a tiny heart.
i make it to the ground level. of course, undead fucks everywhere and all eyeless. i still have that Gideon bible but i ditch it for a shovel a nice undead gardener gave me before his braining. basically now, the dream is like a video game. im chopping up 200 to 300 zombies with this shovel . i see the ocean and apparently im beachside. i see a seaside amusement park in the distance. thats probably the creepiest part of the dream. for some reason im drawn to it, i think its a safe haven for me. i spot a golf cart with keys in it. however, i see that there are two dead (already brained) golfers in goofy dockers and ambercrombie shirts. its my dad and my uncle. i know its a dream at this point, cuz my dad hates golf, so i laugh and drive off in the golf cart. the zombies are kinda fast...not dawn of the dead remake fast, but like fast enough for you not to relax.
im driving the golf cart up this hill, i look back and i see an ocean of undead walking toward me. of course, i start plowing over zombies in the golf car. the plexi-glass wind shield is now covered in brains, meat, and blood. in my dream, its pretty vivid. the hill is getting steeper and the golf cart is starting to bog down. those fucking sea of zombies are getting closer so i crash stop the cart and hump it up the hill. i forget the shovel and this huge zombie fucker jumps in front of me. i have no weapons. but he just stares at me with those black eyeless sockets. the blackness in his sockets is the darkest thing i've ever seen, they're almost like soul vacuums as i felt short of breath. there was a big rock on the ground . i picked it up and threw it at him. it knocked him over. i picked it up over my head to plunge it on to him. he just looked up at me. so i dropped and watched his cranium splatter like a melon..and then i keep running.
i make it to the wooden stairwell on the beach. it's quite a ways up to the boardwalk of the amusement park. on my way up, i keep looking around for weapons but i find nothing. i keep climbing. i never look back but i hear those low subhuman screams behind me. the trek up the stairs is always very long but i make it to the top. i see the House of Mirrors. i run into it and of course, there are zombies in there. three of them, and these look especially malevolent and fucked up. they truly frighten me in this dream...this is when it becomes a nightmare sometimes. because they look and feel .. 'demonic' . i guess. i figure the best way to escape them is not to run but to sneak by them. im passing distorted mirrors and all i noticed are my feet. i finally get to the back of the House of Mirrors with no outlet. I'm trapped. Those three demon zombies appear, but they just stand there like mannequins...staring at me . There's a huge mirror in front me. For some reason, im drawn to look at myself. so i slowly walk to toward it. I finally see myself to find my face rotten with eye sockets black as Hell. Then i wake up.
monroe:
You have no idea how jealous I am!
manko:
I love your dream. I think you're closet psycho m'dear... oboi I like it. 