Hallucinations

So I had the most interesting dream last night. I was with a group of people in a house at night, but we could not leave because there were these not-so-dead zombies waiting outside for us with their backs turned to us. So I got outside and climbed a tree to see if I could find a way out. That’s when they noticed me and started to climb the tree. I pushed some of them out of the tree where they plummeted to their death (remember, they weren’t “dead” zombies). During all of this time, I was viewing from first person. Then it switched to third person (is that the right way of expressing it, or is that only in writing?) and I climbed higher into the tree where I miraculously swung out of it while most of the zombies where in the tree. It was like something you’d see in a movie. That’s when I started to fight with the zombies. One by one I was taking them on and defeating them. I suppose it was a bit gory (amnesia is already starting to set in). Once I killed the last one, I walked to the house and slammed on the window in the door with blood all over me with a look on my face that was like “Yeah, you guys couldn’t do that.” So I have no idea what the dream was about, except that when I woke up (10 minutes before my alarm was to go off), I felt good. It was the most vivid dream I’ve had in a long time. One of the few that I will remember for years. Of course, I’ll ignore the Freudian part where I started off as a woman, but when I got out of the tree, it was manly me. I don’t need any interpretations of that one, thank you.

I am thinking I should write a book about it. Develop it into a whole zombie story. Michelle Ryan can play me in the movie version so I’ll have to work close to her on a more personal level to fully convey my dream. I’ll have to read the Zombie Survival Guide first though.

Jason

Father of four, amateur chicken farmer, tech enthusiast, primitive camper.

2 thoughts to “Hallucinations”

  1. I, too, lately have been having really vivid dreams that I remember every detail when I wake up. One was where I was driving and could see IED’s blowing up behind me in the rearview mirror and then when I got at the end of the cul-de-sac (sp?) I got out of the truck and got beside it, then rockets were landing on the other side and I could literally feel the mud and dirt hitting me. Weird ones like that. I think there have been worse ones, but I shouldn’t go into those. I think they might be due to some hidden PTSD from being in this hellasious country…

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