Starts off with me and 2 women at a lift hacking at undead things. I was pissed because I had a blunt parang. Like wtf? Also, luckily it was all crawlers. I think there only were crawlers in my dreams. As well as other non native earth animals... Fantastical ones. *confuzzled*
It's like freakin X-men or some rnadom turf war shit.
Anyway, elevators finally open as I try to hack at some dead old woman's neck -- She wouldn't fucking die for the second time and the parang was really blunt so I ditched the parang and went into the lift where there were several other people. Noticeably a man who's in his late fourties, good looking with greying hair, his son and his son's friend. My two friends were always there in the background by the way, never really popping up in the conversation. So I started planning to hit the roof carparks, steal a car and run. Why was I in a mall?
Old man, let's call him James. James suggested we take his car. I said okay.
In the mean time, and somehow, I started getting rather close to his kid's friend, Tom. The dad and the kid were having some sort of strange conversations and I was getting snuggly with Tom. Stranger things have happened in my dreams. Oh, and I found a small axe and put it in my bag, it was really sharp. Tom was not my kind of guy but he was lovely and amazingly clingy, like saran wrap. Throughout the dream he had never left my side.
So the lift doors finally open to an empty carpark. We had some major discussions and I walked down a slope. Walked back up cos some people were being slow and walked back down the other side to the car. James and son were nowhere to be found so we ditched them and went to the cars. Cars had plastic barricades which Tom tried to lift, breaking some other car's fender. I took out my axe and told them they loved me. They agreed, I got the most amazing kiss I've NEVER had from Tom before he went off to chop the barricade down. Again, my 2 girlfriends were always in the background.
Change to a different scene, we were all chillaxing at a plastic table in a commune where there aren't any zombies. I say something like 'Wow, a zombie apocalypse and I'm not dead yet... Awesome!' to Tom. I needed to pee so we went into this house... The same house I see in most of my dreams. It's luxurious and ugly. I don't like it it's like some crappy rich guy with no taste built it.
Anyway, I went to pee and I saw in the reflection someone in the Jabberwockeez dance crew mask. Bloody hell, scary dowh, cos the guy looked at me through the reflection and looked in another direction slowly and mechanically as if he wasn't alive. Then I woke up and really went to take a piss. Ha-ha-ha.
Why do I get zombie apocalypse dreams so often now? Because nothing else scares the fuck out of me.
Watching The Ruler at Actor's Studio with Mo, then dinner at
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