Amurehna

False Awakening
Lucid
Non-Lucid

Sometimes I can't recall the actual order of the dream because it all feels the same. Anyway. I'll tell it in the way that makes the most sense. Jack always wears blue and black, though this time he also had a grey vest. He appears in uniform, police or military. He has dark hair and pale skin. He's always my friend but is sometimes more.
I wake up in my house but it feels strange. I can't figure out why exactly but I know I don't like it. It's like having a word on the tip of your tongue. Anyway, I get out of bed and I wander down the hallway. I glance over my shoulder and it's only when I realize the master bedroom is swapped with the other bedroom that I know I'm dreaming. There's a subdued sense of relief and I make my way to the front door. Instead of being on the east wall it's on the north end, and it feels so damn familiar. I know I've been here before. I push the front door open and frigid winter air greets me. I'm delighted when I find it's snowing. I can feel the air and the sharp bite of the snowflakes melting on my cheeks. There's a white crosshatch gate. I open it and climb out onto a massive snowdrift, laughing and spinning in a circle. My neighbor crosses the lawn and I wave. He gives me a small smile and ducks his head against the icy wind. This does nothing to dampen enthusiasm and I throw handfuls of snow into the air in wild exultation.

Suddenly I am back in bed. I experience a moment of vertigo as I sit up. It's only when I realize that the two bedrooms of my apartment have switched places that I know I'm dreaming. Still, it is a distant realization. I move toward one of the two closets and look inside, there is an old washer and dryer set in there. I back out and see Jack there. I should be clear though, I only know it's Jack in retrospect. I have been doing this a lot lately. Depression makes me indistinct and so my recurring dcs are indistinct. I know him because he is wearing blue and black, as Jack always does, and because he feels the same way. He's the right build, though I never see his face.
I recognize him, standing in front of the other closet. He is mine.
He shows me the new washer and dryer set in the second closet, though I have already seen it. It's like a game. I turn to kiss him and get an impression of pale skin and black hair, also very much Jack.

There's a lapse. A very stark lapse. I'm in a dim hospital. Jack was a police officer who was killed on duty. All of his friends gather in vigil around the room containing his body bag. I can't quite believe he's dead and I wander away from the sober scene, all those uniforms gathered in chairs around the room. That is the only reason I survive.

The hospital is so very still in the late hours of the night. Dim. Quiet. The recently dead become quick, nimble zombies pouring down the hallways in waves. I hear them before I see them and have a moment of intense annoyance and disbelief. Of fucking COURSE there are zombies. Why the fuck not.
I run away. I realize I'm barefoot. I can feel the doors under my hands as I push them open, and the rush of night air that greets me. And the sound of the undead pouring out in my wake. I almost lose my lucidity and think I have to find MY car. Then I think "No, you're lucid. ANY car will work. PICK ANY CAR." I don't get to find out if that is true. I run for a car, the zombies coursing around me like I'm a wide river stone. I pull a car door open---

My vision...fluctuates. I try to focus. It's hard to say how I do it. It feels like I'm looking up, like I'm willing my eyes to close? I find myself in a motorcycle shop with a familiar blond, bearded man in a leather vest. I immediately start to cry. "Where am I?" I ask him. "How did I get here?"
I move around the counter as I ask these questions, my eyes straying to the tv mounted on the wall behind him. I ask but I already know that he saved me from the onrush of zombies. He asks me if I've seen a certain documentary, or heard of a series of experiments. I know of it in a distant way, but it still feels like I'm lying when I say I've seen it and he seems to know it is a lie. He explains that the undead are everywhere and they managed to pull me here, though it is unclear if I will turn.

I'm in a church stalking a priest, we've become aware that he's possessed and plans to murder some of his congregation. I'm in the back row of pews. There's a narrow gap in the pews and on the other side are my associates. Ahead of us the priest is talking about evil vigilantes trying to hinder the will of God and mentions Spider-man by name.
This is unspeakably funny. I start cracking up and desperately stifle giggles behind my hand. Why? Next to me is a blonde woman who is part of our group. In front of her is Peter Parker. She realizes why I'm laughing and cracks a smile.
I lean over, "Well...this is awkward, isn't it?" Peter glances at me and smiles a little. He's better at hiding than I am, apparently. I know I'm being really unprofessional. I school my expression and sit back to watch the sermon. The priest is then talking about the Chosen in the congregation, marked by the flower emblem on their chests. He has called us to, if we choose, join him up front. It isn't time yet. I make eye contact with a woman to my left. She has noticed I'm wearing the mantle of the church, a light blue jacket with a large circle on the front. It's divided evenly, and when it hangs closed the sides of the emblem meet seamlessly. The circle is mostly pink with yellow flowers in the middle. I don't know how to describe the material. It's something I've seen before on quilts?

I wake and roll over. The next dream is like a game. There are recently turned zombies in my house and I know I have to kill them before they work themselves into a killing frenzy. They've gathered by a wall of windows and press themselves to the glass, groaning. I pick up what looks like a white table leg where the end has been carved into a curved .....fine. It looks a little like this except one end looks more like a hook. AntiqueWeaponStore

I think how good this will be for zombie killing, all I have to do is club them in the head, the hook with pierce their brains easily.
Something about leaping to different platforms above the spot where the zombies are?