Monday, November 08, 2010

Zombie Apocalypse

So I had the weirdest dreams last night, yes dreams. The weird part is the two dreams were one complete story line, however dream one was the end of the story line and dream two was the beginning of it.

Dream 1
I wake in a 6'x6' room with steel reinforced doors on all four walls. Each door had 2 locks and a metal locking bar. There are two large canvas bags of supplies on the ground across from me under the marks . Outside the doors there is scratching, banging and moaning. They are still out there, my alarm goes off on my watch and it's been another 12 hours, so I make another mark. I look through my supplies hopefully there is enough, hopefully I can survive on half a bottle of water and a granola bar a day with a can of Vienna Sausages every 3 days. I fall back asleep. My alarm goes off 4 more times. The noises at the door stopped a little before the last alarm. Three more alarms, no noises at the door and then there is a banging and voices. A mans voice "Hello, is there anyone there?" I wonder if I am insane, it would be a logical conclusion seeing as I was holed up alone in a pit of hell for a week now but the man calls again. I try to respond but my voice doesn't seem to want to work. Slowly I open the door and there are 4 men and 2 women there. The man that was calling out looks at me with a look of astonishment and sadness and then I pass out. When I wake again he offers me a protein drink in a can and asks me how long I've been here, I put up 7 fingers, he asks "days?" and I nod yes, "but that's since the outbreak began, have you been alone all this time?" I nod again and he hugs me and holds me tight. The others are watching us, watching me. One of the women tell me it's over, that the zombies have all starved to death because the only people alive had all locked themselves away, they were searching for the survivors. I wondered if I was a survivor or a victim. When my strength is enough we move on, weaving through the labyrinth of tunnels through several more crossroads, locking the doors on either side only leaving the ones behind us unlocked. They told me they had locked the initial door so that nobody could come up behind us, but that they've been locking all the side doors for the same reason. They were leaving the path back to the safe house open so that they can send the survivors there. I asked why they were not sending me back, they said they were afraid I wouldn't make it. Eventually we come out to the top side. The sun is so bright I hide my face, hissing like a vampire in the old movies. Once my eyes adjust I look around and it's not like the movies, there were not burning and decayed buildings, everything looked normal except for the bodies everywhere. Then I wake.

Dream 2
I'm at a large indoor Farmers Market, it's inside a huge old factory building. People are milling around shopping, it's a normal day until the zombies start banging on the doors trying to get in. People start screaming, and trying to get to safety, scattering like cockroaches. After a moment of panic I start thinking, this place must have an underground of some kind so I go to the closest market, grab two of their in store canvas bags and load up on bottled water, granola bars, Vienna Sausages, a LED lantern and tons of batteries. Then I head toward the back of the building. I find a heavy metal door that has a large sign NOT FOR PUBLIC so I open it, there are stairs leading down, so I take them. There is still lights at this point so I can see my way down the stairs to a large store room, beyond the store room is a tunnel. I go down the tunnel and there is another door, a heavy metal one with two locks. I unlock it and there is a small room with three other doors, I check the other doors and they are all locked from the other side, but I also have locks on this side, so I lock all 4 doors and decide to stay here. The walls are made of cinder block and the doors are reinforced metal. Nothing can get it, hopefully I can survive long enough to eventually get out. Then I wake.

It was so strange that the dream went in the order that it did. I wonder if my subconscious was trying to make sense of the first one by creating the second one. Strange.

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