Hey guys.
If you don't mind, I'll be following the stickied thread here just because I'm that type of guy 
The Zombie dreams started quite a bit of a while ago, about 2 years ago and I want to mention that I am very much a zombie-phob. To levels which make me sometimes, in reality, believe they are real and grab some sort of a weapon and get ready for 'battle'.
Now, I would like to further add that these dreams have helped me cope with this fear astoundingly. Two years ago you would see me walking my dog at a dark street at night, walking stiffly, terrified. Nowadays I have more of the attitude that says "I know you don't exist, but just in-case I'm about to kick your ass if you show yourself" and get an unbelievable adrenaline rush.
This past month the dreams have became far more uniform (Almost exactly alike, some elements are exactly alike actually, I'll expand on it further) and far more vivid. I've had 3 consecutive Zombie dreams the past three days which I remember, the latest being last night, and by all definitions it should have been lucid... So, now, explanation time:
All right, the whole dream you ask? Well, you just opened Pandora's box.
I'll expand on my latest dream and add details from other ones as well.
My dream last night divided itself into two portions: Pre-death and after-death.
All my zombie dreams start the same way, with a sense of utter urgency and "Must save everyone while escaping" approach that leads to me running in unbelievable ways (Such as jumping 50 feet and running unscathed), saving my friends.
Now, another important feature of these dreams: I never give up. I always fight. So I end up covering my friends as they run away (My friends rarely have faces or can be identified, I just know they are my friends and are very important to me) and I generally get into a fight with the Zombies, usually winning.
Now, this time, I woke up from my bed, grabbed a club that I had near my bed (I actually have a club near my bed, a police club, but not because of that - Rather because I like it) and opened the door to my room, a Zombie stood there that had no characteristics of a Zombie (No blood, torn limbs or stuff like that), he had a wicked, inhuman smile, inhuman eyes and he was gray. I looked at him and he turned to me, slowly, dramatically, smiling with his fangs (He had only fangs) and I said "This has to be a dream" - To which he replied "I don't care".
This was the first time I actually got beaten in my dreams. He threw me against the wall and started beating me to hell, I felt scared and terrified, but the only thing I could think of was that I had to save my friends.
I somehow escaped and jumped off a ledge into a river of molten steel, telling myself that I had to escape his clutches.
Then I found myself in a different place, where a horde of Zombies ran after me and my friends and I ushered my friends into the chopper. Somehow I was left behind, and I said, again, as the Zombies surrounded me (Exactly like the one I described) and said "This has to be a dream", to which they all replied, uniformly, "I don't care". At that moment I felt panic and woke up.
Now, the night before that I had another Zombie dream quite very much similar to this one, but I was in such a trance after the dream that I woke up, grabbed the police club and said quite loudly "Bring it on", walking out of my room and searching my house. Took me about three steps to truly wake up. Once I did I simply burst into laughter of my own stupidity.
All right, so, important stuff about me?
Well, without bragging, I'm as loyal as someone can get. I'm very self-sacrificing and the one feeling I'm truly scared of is helplessness. I'm about to join the army soon (Conscription) and not a moment too soon, I'm very excited about it. I tend to be the funny-yet-serious guy and I'm very, very hard to piss off, because when I do indeed get pissed off... I'm dangerous. The only cases I've truly been pissed off at were when people close to me got hurt or were in danger. That's when I get really dangerous.
I'm not a violent man by nature, nor do I relish violence, but I have no problem inflicting it if needed.
Oh, and I'm an adrenaline junkie.
So... Yeah... It's not really that I need help, I just want to know why I have these dreams and figured that I might as well share it.
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