Hello,
so I finally registered here, I hope you can help me see if there is a meaning to these CRAZY nightmares I have.
Currently I am sick, and the nightmare rate is just off the charts: 3 this night, 1 I had during a 2 hour nap which I am going to describe now:
It's very dark. An abandoned house. I am with a couple of survivors of whatever lead to this. none of them resemble people I know, yet I they have their own faces and personalities. We decide to go threw the house, secure it, so we can lock up and try to survive. I think we are only two in the beginning. We split up quickly... I manage to kill a few zombies, who don't offer any resistance: they are not so dangerous when I think of it, but it's still an extremely frightening situation for me, and the house is extremely scary; wooden house with very little light, wood cracking everywhere. It's like a post apocalyptic scenario.
The house is huge and has many floors, and I work my way up, checking room by room: there aren't that many zombies. I clearly remember killing one. Maybe 1 or 2 others. All along the way I keep yelling to the other person something like "where are you?!".
This is the introduction... I rescue a few survivors on the way and we gather on the top floor once I feel the place is secured. I am starting to plan a long stay, trying to gather anything I can find of use.
The other people... Completely useless. One commits suicide because he can't bear the situation, one girl is completely terrified and stays in a corner, and one guy who goes crazy and starts destroying the items I found for our survival. I think this is the main part of the dream/nightmare. He sets a car on fire, which is the last straw: he must be killed! After all, we're ALL going to die if he's not stopped.
So I get two other guys and we go looking for him in the house... Finally we track him down to a small bathroom (my bathroom from my real house), and I start punching him (for some reason I am always very weak when fighting in dreams). I yell at the other two to help me, but they are complete wimps too. I get angry at them, call them useless clowns. They follow me around but are no use every time there is a confrontation with the destructive guy.
Finally I smash some sort of electric razor on his head, and start stabbing his arm over and over. I see his wound getting worse and worse, but he doesn't seem to care. Blood starts coming (first time I see blood in the dream) out of his arm. Stab him some more.. That's when I wake up, quite horrified that I am trying to kill that human and angry at these two useless goons who couldn't help me. All along the dream, I was just getting frustrated over these completely useless people...
After waking up, I am just trying to understand why my brain generates these situations.
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