LucasPotter's DJ

*sigh* Last night was pretty intense... while I've had (MUCH) worse nightmares, I woke up really scared.

So I was running around what seemed to be an abandoned neighbourhood. I was extremely paranoid, was really sure someone was following me. Finally, I saw this house that was familiar to me. I entered it. The windows were huge (in fact, most of the walls were made of glass), so I kept throwing myself on the floor and behind tables and sofas just so that I could "hide". I wasn't really me, though. I was two people: a guy, who was all by himself; and a girl, who lived at that house and wanted to find her brother. I kept changing, sometimes I was him, sometimes I was her. Somehow, that made sense.

While I was there, I kept getting my "stuff" ready: taking food, clothes and whatever else I could find that seemed important, like a first-aid kit, knives, bats and shovels to protect myself... then, I saw a group of "things" outside and hid. I was the guy, then, and suddenly I was a leader of my own group, who were all in the living room with me and hiding too. The "things" outside were supposed to be zombies, I think. But they were very much alive, they could talk and everything.

While we were all hiding, the door opened and we all just froze. But it was the girl's brother. I was happy, even though by then I was just the guy and was no longer the girl too. So we all got together and realised we had to move. So we left the living room and the house turned into some sort of museum. And we could hear the "creatures" behind us. And then they were also in front of us. We were at this very weird, small corridor. It was actually a vertical corridor, separating two rooms. We shut the doors and started freaking out, since we couldn't go back, couldn't go forward and they'd find us sooner rather than later.

There was a window really high, so we decided to climb up and run away through it. I went first, as the leader. As I opened the window, I could hear a meeting of the creatures. They were kind of having a cult. I realised we were right next to a building of theirs and they had soldiers around the whole perimeter. One of them saw me and offered me a chance to join their cult and be one of them.

I let myself fall on my back and told myself "I give up. There's no point in living anymore and I want to die now". I never fell on the floor, my body was floating, but moving backwards, and I was followed but nothing but whiteness. I felt light and I knew I had died.

I woke up scared as hell. This was NOT even that scary, considering the dreams I usually have, but... for some reason, I woke up completely freaked out. It took me almost an hour to fall asleep again because my heart was racing.

I fell asleep again and now I was in this weird... place. It was like a city, I think. Everything was destroyed. There were people starving on the streets. I had a friend with me (no idea who he was, but I trusted him) and we knew we had to go to another place. We found my car. We got in really fast, but there wasn't enough fuel inside of it. Two guys showed up and told us they could help us. We didn't want to talk to them, but they kept trying, telling us we could use the electric part of the car to make it work. Which makes no sense. However, in the dream, it totally worked. So, the only thing they asked in return was for us to take them with us, because one of the guys was looking for his daughter. He was old already, so his daughter was already an adult, but he hadn't seen her ever since she was a child. Since my friend and I didn't have a destination, we just wanted to get the hell out of there, we accepted it.

After a while, I was walking on my own. No idea how that happened. I found lots of dead people everywhere, they looked terrible. As if something had eaten their skin from inside. There was a lot of blood too, as if they had pissed and pooped all of their blood. One of them was the guy's daughter, I was sure of it. As I looked around, I learnt (no idea how) that she had gotten sick and died in nine days. For some reason, I knew the guy was sick too, so I had to find him because I knew he had very little time.

As I was running, I ended up in another town. It was a crazy place. There were lots of buildings where navy people would stay for a couple of days and everybody was there for either sex or drugs (or both). I kept looking for the old man to tell him about his daughter. A woman stopped me and told me I could leave my backpack at her place. I think she was a prostitute, but she wasn't trying to seduce me or anything, she was honestly being nice. So I thanked her and left my things with her.

I got at the end of the "avenue" (on one side of it, there were only buildings; on the other, it was the ocean) and I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, but I saw my friend keep going, so I did the same and it was fine. But then, I entered another type of museum. There were bathrooms there, but they were kinda in the open. Still, I had to pee, so I went there. I sat down and put my hand in front of me, so that the guard couldn't see that I didn't have a penis. He was suspicious of me and wanted me to leave immediately. I got up fast and left. I went out again and the old man was too sick and dying.

Woke up, fell asleep again. Fragments:

I had to run away and I was in my car. I kept driving around cause I was a bit lost. I found my family. My dad wanted to drive the car even though I was the one driving. I got mad. There was also some weird stuff about a field on fire.

I was at this apartment that I dream about all the time. It looks a lot like my grandma's. My parents were there and we had to go fast because... I dunno, random emergency. It was serious and we had to run away. So I was packing my stuff. My dad showed up and he was like "we gotta go, I'll take your backpack already" and I freaked out cause I still had more clothes to take with me. I told him to take that one and I'd be there soon. My dad said okay and left. My mum found me and started complaining about the clothes I was taking with me. I told her it was the apocalypse, not a fashion show, and I just wanted to be comfortable. She was still complaining.

And that was it.