Zombie dream, dreams...

Must write dream sketch down now before it fades beyond meaningful memory.



In my dreams, Zombies often take on normal human form....and I believe that to be true in that our subconscious gets at what really scares us about something.

And what really frightens most about zombies is not so much the outer rotting flesh, but rather the lack of reasoning ability displayed by corpse.

Something becomes scary or frightful anytime you can't reason with it, be it an animal, the IRS, an assassin, insects ect, anytime you're unable to reason with something, it automatically becomes frightful.

When something is unable to respond to your cries, screams, concerns, pain, than it truly is a monster, singular in purpose to devour your being.

And that's why zombies are frightening, cause they retain enough human form to remind you of the worst in humanity.

The dream I had last night

was wide in it's implications (I guess).

A quick scene synopsis.

1. Takes place, originates in warehouse situated on a hillside, dark warehouse that still functioned with employees. And it was dark out, very dark, felt like a 'meat' warehouse.

2. Guest appearances by Snoop Dogg and Jack Nickelson (The Shining).

3. Extras: Random shady characters.

4. Ignition point of dream: Two homocides committed within warehouse which occurred on back to back nights, of two AA females, both cases unsolved, no one talking.

And at this point I walk into a dark lit 'ready room', or maybe locker room. (In dream I was employed there).

I already has a sense of dread and sickness inside of me, and as I entered dark, (literally no lights on type of dark, just lights from outside street posts are what illuminated room)room, Snoop Dogg, kinda sitting down on long bench said 'It happened again', and they still don't know who did it'.

There were two to three other dark skinned black males with us in this space, and for some reason I just didn't believe that no one didn't know what was occurring, I felt I was being lied to by all in that room, like a cover up or something.

I felt it was very dangerous for me to stay there and work that night. I think Snoop was smoking a cigarette.

Then the other 3 black males made a rush, and some commotion towards me, as they were fixing to leave, as if they could sense I was uptight and deliberately trying to jar my nerves, as if they enjoyed seeing me so uneasy. They finally left.

And I think I left shortly after that, could not take working in a place where two homicides occurred back to back nights, of two AA women, and not so much as a soul knew a thing, no cops, no detectives, nothing, people just continued to work in this dark 'meat' factory as if 'Oh well, no big deal' type of attitude, so I left.


It was dark out

It was a very dark night, air felt thick, the type of dark where it seems the street lights struggle to push the darkness aside.

As I'm walking up hill, on sidewalk (which resembled place I was raised in), I notice lots of people walking towards me, reading books. They were 'white'.
But even though they were reading while walking, I could sense it was all ploy, that they were all in something together.
I felt so uneasy that I returned to warehouse to try to connect with people, to alert people that things were just 'off' all around, I needed someone to relate to me, to see what I saw, felt, to realize the absurdity of whole situation, but I could find no one who could or would relate, it's as if I were running around dead souls.

That's when I started getting loud, desperate, and felt my doom was near.

At this time Jack Nickelson comes running out of room with swing type doors, the type you'd find in a meat warehouse, he's excited, angry and mad, and I'm the focus of his rage.

The chase was on, he was trying to capture me, I ran, we fought, I kicked him in his face, got away, went outside, and at this point it felt like the movie 'Invasion of the body snatchers'. (the 1970's version)

I knew I was a lone, and everyone was conspiring againt my being, my life force, so I ran into hillside and hid up under some brush.

And I will end it there.

The rest of dream deals with finding refuge amongst relatives who were unaware of situation, same night, still dark.

Now, time for review.

This is the first human zombie film I've had in a very long time.

1. Have no idea why Snoop Dogg and Jack Nickelson appeared in this dream, in the roles they did.

2. The black males in the break room with me seemed very shady, and in this particular dream, the very tone of their skins reflected their lack of character.
It's hard to explain, but in this dream it felt more like they were black, because indeed they were evil and bad, and their blackness reflected that. It was a dark, rich, reptilian slimy type of black or brown town, and the darkness of the room just added to the effect. They were urban type males, with no morals or conscious.

3. The white book readers where zombies, a back drop, they were concealing something, yet trying to give the appearance of 'innocent' and 'harmless' yet they were not.

I did not like this dream and not sure why mind would generate such imagery, which sometimes makes me think dreams come from an external source.

Another thing of note

I did wake up and noticed I was in a deep type of sleep, bacteria type of deep sleep, like maybe when you eat something bad, and your vitals begin to slow down.

As if 'death' is slowly pulling at you, which would explain why I felt like I was being pulled into darkness by the characters all around me in dream.

But my will to live, to breath, seemed to be stronger than deaths grip on my that particular night.

Sometimes I wonder if the body has a way of turning biological functions, stuggles, into symbolic dreams.

I don't know...odd dream...so much so I'm still thinking about it.

I had a dream half of society was going bizerk, do to many reasons, but one was do to viral outbreak, and the other side of society, the Government and or militia armed side, was preparing to take 'them' out.

And when I say 'them', I mean anyone who was 'infected' or not apart of a 'special team' who were organized and already prepared.

Those caught unarmed or by themselves were basically toast.

This dream of mine had elements of popular movies in it, as such I can't say it was a unique scenario other than I was in it which of course makes it more real and frightening.

And I was caught in the side that was unarmed and had no team.

But was working with a team of scientist as a low end worker when something when wrong, then the started the containment procedure and I got caught on the wrong side of the sealed doors.

This dream of mind had elements of many popular Apocolyptic movies in it such as

1. Dawn of the dead

2. The Andromeda strain

3. Quarantine

4. Resident Evil

5. Event Horizon

6. And the current civil unrest seen on the news.

May as well throw '28 days later' in there two.

The main feeling I had in dream, towards the end, that unless you were known, in a organized party, your life had zero value to others, you were looked at as something to either be disposed of or ravaged, depending on which group you encountered.

And unorganized people with guns were half insane and all moral reasoning broke down.

Again basically zombies, but in human form, brain zombies.

Some might even consider ISIS to be human zombies, where a mass of people all think the same and carry out the same atrocities against others without thinking about whether it's right or wrong.

In dark city streets down by peer..by water way.

A vibrant down town actually, with lots of sky scrapers.

But it got dark real quick, the zombie class was amongst us, but could not be readily identified so all people knew to do was to run, run for cover as it just kept getting darker and darker.

Some of us headed up, up sky scrapers, scaling the outer windows if necessary, but even as were climbing, some of the people climbing with you are changing, becoming stronger, turning into demonic zombies.

Then dream kind of shifted to inside of building, near the very top, a building with hollowed out inside.

Someone dangling white rope but felt it was a trap, felt as soon as jumped out onto the rope they'd let go.

There was no trust there.

Then dream just kind of faded into something else.

Dawn of the Dead



Haven't had any scary zombie dreams lately..

The series 'The walking dead' has really killed that genre of horror movie.

Good zombie movies should roll out about every 3-5 years, and when they do usually followed by a flurry of copycats, then genre dies off for a while until cycle repeated.

But this 'The walking dead' series has turned the whole zombie thing into a soap opera.

Now it will take a really creative writer or producer/director, to bring the horror back to that genre.

Actually I think people who get up and work mundane jobs everyday with no thrill, are walking zombies.

Same with those hopelessly addicted to drugs/alcohol, walking zombies.

Those brainwashed by cult like religions, walking zombies.

Those stuck on some political ideology, walking zombies.

There's a lot of real life examples of walking zombies to be observed.

Terror organizations, that hurt others, are living walking zombies, the fast kind, or more like 'The infected' from the movie 28 days later.

When I get home from work I feel like a zombie.

But I'd rather live in a world of zombies, with no or few humans than humans, and no zombies.

Zombies are scary yes, eat flesh, yes, but they're simple to understand.

All they have is a never ending appetite for flesh, and in reality they'd die off pretty quick, flesh would rot, fly's would lay eggs in their flesh and the maggots would eat all the rotting muscles from them.

I mean zombie or no zombie, a body still needs muscles and ligaments in order to move or function.

At least zombies aren't telling you what to do, trying to take your money, coming up with religions to follow, rules, taxes, crime, they don't steal, they just eat.

To me life would be less stressful under zombies than what man has done with this planet for the majority of people.

First zombie dream in a while



There's just something unsettling about dreaming about being attacked by flesh biting zombies.

It's one thing to watch play out in a movie, or on TV, but another to be in life like dream where zombies are actually biting at your flesh, and your reaction to move out of the way 'dream sluggish'.

Such dream was bad enough the other day for me to wake up, had to, was only route of escape.

And when you wake up, take that route, sometimes feel guilty about leaving others behind who couldn't 'pop out of it'...until you realize it was a dream....hopefully.

For once I had a dream whee I was either a zombie or immune to the zombies wrath, kind of like 'Murphy', that one character in 'Z nation'.

I was laying up in some vent shaft in some dark abandoned building, and as the zombies were making their way out for the night, a trio of them stopped to talk to me, but they reminded me more of large muppets, or puppets. It's like they had a 'act' going, they had personality and humor, but you only saw that angle if you yourself were a zombie or immune to their wrath.