Dreams
whenever I have an interesting (to me that is..) dream, i always write everything i can remember out of it down. so, why the hell not throwing a few down here, and if for some odd reason, people on this site find them, they can see how stupid my dreams are, and point and laugh at me....anyways....
like 2 nights ago...
I find myself in a very ordinary, suburb on a summer night, walking down the street. it isn't a place i'm familiar with, and i don't see anyone around i know-however, there are plenty of people hanging out on their porches, or in their driveways. a motorcycle driven by the dude who was the 'bad kid' from "the karate kid" is driving, and his girlfriend (i'm assuming) is on the back of the bike. they make one trip down the street, the girl yells out "its almost time you fuckers!" and laughs. they head to the end of the street and do a skidding turn around to make another pass down the street. i notice the girl is putting a clip into an uzi...'what the fuck' i think to myself. the "karate kid" dude revs the bikes engine, and skids out down the street, while people start scrambling into their houses. as the bike start heading down the street, the girl starts randomly shooting towards people running, and the houses in general. i'm standing there dumbfounded, when a woman runs over to me and says, "come quickly, you'll be safe". i follow her inside one of the houses, assumingly hers, as the girl riddles the house i'm in with gunfire. inside, i lay down on the floor, as bullets pass just above me, through the windows and walls. i hear the bike-girl laughing outside. then i hear the bike and laughing both stop. i peak my head up through a broken window. i see the 'karate kid' dude and his girlfriend arguing..it looks like he's trying to push her off the bike. i can't hear what they are saying, but it looks like she saying "please, please!" he finally pushes her off the bike, and i notice a slow moving group heading towards the bike and two riders. the kid peels off his bike, and out of the neighborhood, the girlfriend is screaming like mad. thats when i realize the slow moving group are ZOMBIES!!!!
inside the house, the woman comes over to me and tells me i'll be fine in here. i look around to see the house actually has quite a few people inside of it. an older couple, about 4 guys and 3 girls, and 1 baby girl, who has the total appearance of a newborn, but is walking and talking like a teenager. the woman who pulled me inside says to me again, "you will be safe here. they never hurt me or invade my space." i realize she's talking about the zombies. just then, one of the girls screams, "they're trying to get in!" i look at the broken bay window, and see 2 trying to crawl through the window. the old man yells "here, take this" to me, and throws me a shotgun. as i turn and point it towards the window, the 2 zombies both see it and move so their heads are obstructed from view, while still crawling in. i begin firing away, til i blow off one of their arms. out of the corner of my eye, i realize another window of the house now has a female zombie almost totally through it, i run towards her to shoot. then she looks at something in that room...and stops moving. she screams this awful shriek out, and turns and jumps out the window she came in through. i see all the other zombies retreating, and hobble across the street to another house. i look in the room to see what made the zombie leave and see the woman who told me i'll be safe sitting at a dinner table calmly eating corn on the cob. i ask, "why do they run from you?" she just smiles, and continues eating.
i decide to stay till morning, assuming the zombies dissappear come dawn. i spend most of the night discussing astrophysics with the toddler-girl. and daylight comes, i say thank you to all the people in the house, and head off. i decide i have to go my home, cuz i'm starving. (in the dream my home happens to be an apartment on the 30-something floor of some huge apartment building). i spend several hours walking through town, realizing its like totally abandoned. i get to my apartment building, and, god-damnit, the power is out...i have to walk up 30-something flights of stairs, since the elevator is obviously out too. after a while i get up there, exhausted as hell. i go into my apartment and start rummaging around for food. i make a sandwich and scarf it down. as i'm finishing it, i think i hear someone yelling. i run up to my roof(i'm on the top floor), and look down to the street. what the fuck?! its midday, and there are like hundreds of zombies dragging themselves towards my apartment building. then i hear the yelling again. i look across the street and see a woman on her apartment roof also. she is yelling something to me and pointing. "...LIGHT..." is all i can make out. i assume she means that the zombies are out in the daylight. but she keeps pointing and saying something about the light. i look around on the roof and see the door leading to loooooooooong stairway back down into the building. i see through the half-open doorway i came through a light shining. i run over towards it and open the door.
"oh shit.." is all that goes through my mind. a shitload of zombies are coming up the stairs. one is even dressed like paul stanley (in makeup and costume of course) from KISS. i think.."is it paul, or someone dressed like him?" i back out of the door and look for something to block it with. now i can't even get back into my own apartment. just the nthe door opens and one comes out and slams it shut....wait, it isn't a zombie? its some creepy, nasty looking old dude...he actually looks an awful lot like a zombie. he says to me, "here, use this. head to the other roof. you'll be safe." he hands me some weird grappling gun thing..i have no idea what it is..the door bursts open again............
i wake up..(alarm clock)
whenever I have an interesting (to me that is..) dream, i always write everything i can remember out of it down. so, why the hell not throwing a few down here, and if for some odd reason, people on this site find them, they can see how stupid my dreams are, and point and laugh at me....anyways....
like 2 nights ago...
I find myself in a very ordinary, suburb on a summer night, walking down the street. it isn't a place i'm familiar with, and i don't see anyone around i know-however, there are plenty of people hanging out on their porches, or in their driveways. a motorcycle driven by the dude who was the 'bad kid' from "the karate kid" is driving, and his girlfriend (i'm assuming) is on the back of the bike. they make one trip down the street, the girl yells out "its almost time you fuckers!" and laughs. they head to the end of the street and do a skidding turn around to make another pass down the street. i notice the girl is putting a clip into an uzi...'what the fuck' i think to myself. the "karate kid" dude revs the bikes engine, and skids out down the street, while people start scrambling into their houses. as the bike start heading down the street, the girl starts randomly shooting towards people running, and the houses in general. i'm standing there dumbfounded, when a woman runs over to me and says, "come quickly, you'll be safe". i follow her inside one of the houses, assumingly hers, as the girl riddles the house i'm in with gunfire. inside, i lay down on the floor, as bullets pass just above me, through the windows and walls. i hear the bike-girl laughing outside. then i hear the bike and laughing both stop. i peak my head up through a broken window. i see the 'karate kid' dude and his girlfriend arguing..it looks like he's trying to push her off the bike. i can't hear what they are saying, but it looks like she saying "please, please!" he finally pushes her off the bike, and i notice a slow moving group heading towards the bike and two riders. the kid peels off his bike, and out of the neighborhood, the girlfriend is screaming like mad. thats when i realize the slow moving group are ZOMBIES!!!!
inside the house, the woman comes over to me and tells me i'll be fine in here. i look around to see the house actually has quite a few people inside of it. an older couple, about 4 guys and 3 girls, and 1 baby girl, who has the total appearance of a newborn, but is walking and talking like a teenager. the woman who pulled me inside says to me again, "you will be safe here. they never hurt me or invade my space." i realize she's talking about the zombies. just then, one of the girls screams, "they're trying to get in!" i look at the broken bay window, and see 2 trying to crawl through the window. the old man yells "here, take this" to me, and throws me a shotgun. as i turn and point it towards the window, the 2 zombies both see it and move so their heads are obstructed from view, while still crawling in. i begin firing away, til i blow off one of their arms. out of the corner of my eye, i realize another window of the house now has a female zombie almost totally through it, i run towards her to shoot. then she looks at something in that room...and stops moving. she screams this awful shriek out, and turns and jumps out the window she came in through. i see all the other zombies retreating, and hobble across the street to another house. i look in the room to see what made the zombie leave and see the woman who told me i'll be safe sitting at a dinner table calmly eating corn on the cob. i ask, "why do they run from you?" she just smiles, and continues eating.
i decide to stay till morning, assuming the zombies dissappear come dawn. i spend most of the night discussing astrophysics with the toddler-girl. and daylight comes, i say thank you to all the people in the house, and head off. i decide i have to go my home, cuz i'm starving. (in the dream my home happens to be an apartment on the 30-something floor of some huge apartment building). i spend several hours walking through town, realizing its like totally abandoned. i get to my apartment building, and, god-damnit, the power is out...i have to walk up 30-something flights of stairs, since the elevator is obviously out too. after a while i get up there, exhausted as hell. i go into my apartment and start rummaging around for food. i make a sandwich and scarf it down. as i'm finishing it, i think i hear someone yelling. i run up to my roof(i'm on the top floor), and look down to the street. what the fuck?! its midday, and there are like hundreds of zombies dragging themselves towards my apartment building. then i hear the yelling again. i look across the street and see a woman on her apartment roof also. she is yelling something to me and pointing. "...LIGHT..." is all i can make out. i assume she means that the zombies are out in the daylight. but she keeps pointing and saying something about the light. i look around on the roof and see the door leading to loooooooooong stairway back down into the building. i see through the half-open doorway i came through a light shining. i run over towards it and open the door.
"oh shit.." is all that goes through my mind. a shitload of zombies are coming up the stairs. one is even dressed like paul stanley (in makeup and costume of course) from KISS. i think.."is it paul, or someone dressed like him?" i back out of the door and look for something to block it with. now i can't even get back into my own apartment. just the nthe door opens and one comes out and slams it shut....wait, it isn't a zombie? its some creepy, nasty looking old dude...he actually looks an awful lot like a zombie. he says to me, "here, use this. head to the other roof. you'll be safe." he hands me some weird grappling gun thing..i have no idea what it is..the door bursts open again............
i wake up..(alarm clock)
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--> yesterday
Iwent to see the new batman film. apparently the producers felt it in bad taste to actually show the late Heath Ledger on screen as the joker, so they superimposed the old batman joker from the 60's TV show over him (i THINK the dude's name was ceasar romero..not positive, but its ringing a bell, and that was the name in the dream) but kept Ledger's voice. The film was HORRID, and i remembered while watching it that i had seen an interview with Christian Bale prior to seeing the film. He was asked what he thought of it, and he just broke down sobbing. I realized then, it wasn't over the loss of Heath Ledger that was making him cry, but the fact the film was a heaping pile of shit.
After the film, i left in a really bad mood and walked out to my car in the parking lot. The world had changed massively, and the film had made me forget this. no longer were cars the 'normal cars' we think of, but all were replaced with what resembled a small armored dune buggy, with a howitzer on the front, all painted in that military drab green. seems the country was now in a serious state of war, (and not a bullshit one like that dickhole wants us to believe to scare us into giving up certain rights and privacies) and all citizens who wished to do anything by leaving their homes, were required to be armed at all times; including their vehicles. Anyways, i (somehow) recognized my car amongst all these clones of it in the parking lot, and got in it to head home. I had a voice mail on my cell phone from my significant other (in the dream). she said she was going to "cross the border" to look for her brother who had been missing for several days. i tried to call her back, but only got her voice mail. i got in my car and attempted to "cross the border" to try and find her.
The "border" consisted of a jumble of highway overpasses and such (if you're familiar with boston, it reminded me of 93, heading south into boston near the fleet center, where the traffic was ALWAYS backed up) all caged in with barbed wire fences and flares and armed guards...driving was slow as hell throughout the area. there was checkpoint after checkpoint with guards everywhere. at the last checkpoint before the actual "border", i was reminded by the guards i may not be let back in. i told him it didnt matter, and briefly explained the situation. he said he did remember a woman passing through to look for her brother a bit over an hour before. he told me it was "mostly helpless" to look for her. i said, "Kind of like the book 'Mostly Harmless' by Douglas Adams?" with laugh. he had no clue what i meant.
I drove around across the "border" for quite some time. it was an abandoned wasteland of a city area. fires were burning all over, which helped to look for her vehicle, since it was ight, and no street lights worked (for that matter, probably any light or electricity). i spotted her car-buggy-thing near some train tracks and a small pond (or huge puddle) a ways away. i stopped the car, and ran to it. i could see something in the water there. when i got close enough, i saw it was my significant other, floating face down in it. she was wearing what appeared to be a dark red evening gown with no back to it. her exposed back was covered with bullet holes. the water was a muddy red that was washing her long black hair back and forth, covering and revealing the end she apparently met from the wounds to her back. i sat down in the mud by the edge of the pond and lit up a smoke. i started counting the holes in her. at 21, i woke up.
when i woke up, i realized i didnt even know her name, or ever see her face.