I had a dream that I was killed by zombies. It was the first time they ever won. I'm not saying that I always win, but I've never been killed. Most of the time, when I have a dream about the zombie apocalypse, I'm surviving. Surviving is winning. I'm wondering if there's some meaning to the dream.
I was outside with a group of people. Everything seemed safe, in fact, it seemed as if things were going really well for our group. Then there were some small bushes that starting shaking, as if something was making them move, but nothing was there. Then we were completely surrounded by zombies, all within arms reach. Before we realized what was going on, they were already ripping into us. Once it was obvious that it was too late to do anything, I just tried protecting my stomach while I was still alive. I didn't want to see my insides falling out. When I woke, I felt cheated. Unless the zombies became magical all of a sudden, there was no way they could have been on us like that.
I had another dream that my baby's mom, ended up not being my wife after all. Later, I found that he wasn't mine either. He wasn't switched at birth or anything. He was born from my wife, he just ended up not being ours. I was really disappointed, but I didn't care. I was going to raise him as my own.
I was outside with a group of people. Everything seemed safe, in fact, it seemed as if things were going really well for our group. Then there were some small bushes that starting shaking, as if something was making them move, but nothing was there. Then we were completely surrounded by zombies, all within arms reach. Before we realized what was going on, they were already ripping into us. Once it was obvious that it was too late to do anything, I just tried protecting my stomach while I was still alive. I didn't want to see my insides falling out. When I woke, I felt cheated. Unless the zombies became magical all of a sudden, there was no way they could have been on us like that.
I had another dream that my baby's mom, ended up not being my wife after all. Later, I found that he wasn't mine either. He wasn't switched at birth or anything. He was born from my wife, he just ended up not being ours. I was really disappointed, but I didn't care. I was going to raise him as my own.
urblueygrl:
we are definetly yours, ur stuck with us.
redvillain:
surviving in a zombie apocalypse means living to be killed later...but that's just my logic, I don't know much about zombies