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crystal_sun396I had a dream last night. ... This morning. This morning, I had a dream that me and a group of friends (classmates, acquaintances, other people roughly my age) were attacked by zombies. We were in a smallish room at the edge of a larger complex. It was a pretty lived in room, actually, with messy large polished-wood desks and some sort of carpeting and a supply closet. There was an air vent by the closet and a small window-slit in the door.
The first time things went over pretty well. We didn't breathe too loudly and we didn't move very much. We tried not to talk, but Nat (... I don't know a Nat. I don't know.) did mention the air vent and how we needed to escape that way as soon as the coast was clear. There was screaming outside in the hallways, but it wasn't very loud. It was day, and the window light was pretty clear - it was as nice day out, is what I mean. Like this morning. So mostly, our room was just passed by.
The second time, things were very bad. I'm not exactly sure why there was a second time. Maybe my brain couldn't be bothered with coming up with a new dream, but anyway, I had the same dream again. Only this time, we got some other people in the room. And the zombies noticed, and broke through the door. It's like in that movie I saw over the summer, where the lurching people noticed the dog door and crawled through. Anyway, I remember it being really awkward scrambling out from under the things we were hiding under or behind, but we had to because we had been spotted and there was no good hiding. (There might have been some good for whoever was in the top part of the closet under the blue... mat-thing. I hope they got out through the air vent). Some of us were trying to push the others out (the heroes, whoever they were, so they could save the world or whatever) while the rest of us tried to hold off the zombies.
We fought for a little while. It didn't really count as fighting, maybe, because what could we do? We had no weapons and they were much stronger than us. They killed us all. They killed me. Right before I died, I do know that I was surprised. It was kind of like in a game. "Oh, we lost? We really die now?" I don't know, I think I was waiting for someone to save us. I was torn in half, pretty much, from where my neck joins my left shoulder and downwards. I think my left part fell to the ground but I was being held up by my head and that's really all I know because then I was dead. It didn't really hurt, but I was sad about us losing and about everyone being dead.
Maybe someone escaped, maybe someone got out of there, but I don't know. I doubt it. Next time, we should probably start shoving people up first thing, but what would be the point? The zombies would notice the room, get in, and kill everyone. If more people got into the vents, the zombies would just follow them and kill them there. There was a window; I don't know why we didn't run outside that way. There was green grass outside, and a nice sky. Maybe it was fake. Maybe the zombies had to stay inside the building? It wasn't that bad a dream. Like, it wasn't a nightmare. Everything was too detached. I should think of something to do, in case I have this dream again. This time, we're gonna win.
I had a dream the night before, too. Lily was in it, I think. And there was touch over the internet. Virtual bodies that could be sent across cyberspace. Lily's body-thing was visiting and I was asking her what it was like from her end, because I wanted to try going to the other side. And that's pretty much it. We were probably at a college dorm, much like where the, uh, zombies attacked the next night. Um. ... This was a good dream too.
Aaaaaand the night before that, I had a dream that I was gluing (pasting, more like) red maple leaves to planes of glass. Many many leaves one by one. And then someone else much larger than me (not exactly corporeal?) was pasting those glass sheets to the sky. We were decorating, preparing because someone special was going to visit very soon. Anyway, it was very pretty, even if it didn't make a great deal of sense.
The first time things went over pretty well. We didn't breathe too loudly and we didn't move very much. We tried not to talk, but Nat (... I don't know a Nat. I don't know.) did mention the air vent and how we needed to escape that way as soon as the coast was clear. There was screaming outside in the hallways, but it wasn't very loud. It was day, and the window light was pretty clear - it was as nice day out, is what I mean. Like this morning. So mostly, our room was just passed by.
The second time, things were very bad. I'm not exactly sure why there was a second time. Maybe my brain couldn't be bothered with coming up with a new dream, but anyway, I had the same dream again. Only this time, we got some other people in the room. And the zombies noticed, and broke through the door. It's like in that movie I saw over the summer, where the lurching people noticed the dog door and crawled through. Anyway, I remember it being really awkward scrambling out from under the things we were hiding under or behind, but we had to because we had been spotted and there was no good hiding. (There might have been some good for whoever was in the top part of the closet under the blue... mat-thing. I hope they got out through the air vent). Some of us were trying to push the others out (the heroes, whoever they were, so they could save the world or whatever) while the rest of us tried to hold off the zombies.
We fought for a little while. It didn't really count as fighting, maybe, because what could we do? We had no weapons and they were much stronger than us. They killed us all. They killed me. Right before I died, I do know that I was surprised. It was kind of like in a game. "Oh, we lost? We really die now?" I don't know, I think I was waiting for someone to save us. I was torn in half, pretty much, from where my neck joins my left shoulder and downwards. I think my left part fell to the ground but I was being held up by my head and that's really all I know because then I was dead. It didn't really hurt, but I was sad about us losing and about everyone being dead.
Maybe someone escaped, maybe someone got out of there, but I don't know. I doubt it. Next time, we should probably start shoving people up first thing, but what would be the point? The zombies would notice the room, get in, and kill everyone. If more people got into the vents, the zombies would just follow them and kill them there. There was a window; I don't know why we didn't run outside that way. There was green grass outside, and a nice sky. Maybe it was fake. Maybe the zombies had to stay inside the building? It wasn't that bad a dream. Like, it wasn't a nightmare. Everything was too detached. I should think of something to do, in case I have this dream again. This time, we're gonna win.
I had a dream the night before, too. Lily was in it, I think. And there was touch over the internet. Virtual bodies that could be sent across cyberspace. Lily's body-thing was visiting and I was asking her what it was like from her end, because I wanted to try going to the other side. And that's pretty much it. We were probably at a college dorm, much like where the, uh, zombies attacked the next night. Um. ... This was a good dream too.
Aaaaaand the night before that, I had a dream that I was gluing (pasting, more like) red maple leaves to planes of glass. Many many leaves one by one. And then someone else much larger than me (not exactly corporeal?) was pasting those glass sheets to the sky. We were decorating, preparing because someone special was going to visit very soon. Anyway, it was very pretty, even if it didn't make a great deal of sense.
