I Dream of Zombie

My dreams have been interesting of late...I am exploring my scary, demented subconcious on a too-regular basis.

The theme last night was: Zombies, How in the Hell Do You Get Away From Them?

Basically the dream was a series of running and evading zombies in different locales. I would be able to hide out in one place for a while, gather supplies, camp out, etc. I occupied an abandoned office building with a couple of people for some time. Then we saw the slow, steady advance of the zombie horde and we had to pack up and go.

Now these zombies weren't the old-school, shuffle around like elderly people looking for the nearest Home Town Buffet. These specimens were a bit faster, more aggressive, and they weren't as rotted as what you might expect. Perhaps they were newly dead, converted from the living only hours or days before.

So this ambling army of smelly, brain-sucking fiends came closer and closer. I had to make some quick decisions about what I was going to take from our hideout. I knew that I couldn't take as many clothes or as much food as I would ideally take. My bag was too heavy so I had to dump some supplies to make a quick getaway.

When we left I was with a couple of people; my brother and a girl that I really didn't know. We rushed out the front doors of the office building and saw them advancing on the hillside complex. We glanced around to find the best route and then rushed down a side street. Initially our escape route took us closer to the zombies which was scary, but then we veered off away from them. All the while we could hear their mournful moans and the scraping of their worn shoes and boots across the pavement.

Eventually I lost the girl that we were with. I don't know how it happened, but after several twists and turns it was just my brother and I. We found ourselves in the Japanese garden behind what appeared to be an old, sandstone, museum-like structure. We had to run past a group of zombies who were ambling around the back steps of the building. Again, these bastards were quicker than we thought, and as we ran, I had to fight them off desperately.

In one case I had to grapple with a smelly, overly-ripe guy who grabbed ahold of my arm as I was passing him. His strength took me by surprise and I was barely able to get around and stop him from clamping his yellowed teeth over my wrist and separating my flesh from bone like he was going after some tender barbecue ribs. I wiggled around and grabbed his head with one hand and slammed it into one of the sandstone statues that lined the garden pathways. His skull caved in as clear fluids spilled out of his ears and mouth.

Eventually the creature fell away and we managed to get past the rest with nary a close call. The dream ended there from what I can remember...but I know that I was restless all night, and there are vague snippets of violent, disturbing imagery from other dreams that remain largely unremembered.

Well, that was my zombie dream. I know, not very impressive or compelling, but nonetheless it was scary at the time.

Merry Christmas, everybody!