Dream Journal
B and I walked into a nearly empty pub and sat down at the bar. He ordered a beer and a woman beside me asked what was on the bottom of my bottle.
I picked a bottle up and saw that it had a wooden token imprinted with a saying stuck to the bottom. I tore off the token and a man came around the corner, growling that we took his seat and his beer. I apologized and stood up leaving B at the bar.
I wandered into another room, bored by the people and the atmosphere. Aunt Judy was in the other room, so was Meg. I gave them both very big hugs.
I was then in the care driving home when I heard a scratching sound in the very back. I asked aloud, “What are you doing?” Taylor was lying on the floor in the back scratching at the speaker; I told her to stop it.
At home, I let the dog out. My neighbor was standing on their back porch and staring at my apartment. Lacey urinated and we went back inside, but she acted antsy. I let her back out, but she still didn’t calm down. All the while, my neighbor stood on the port staring at my apartment.
I turned on the television inside and all of the channels are just static. I picked up the phone and hear a strange static-y sound and then silence. I picked up my cell phone, but it was blinking a battery signal even though the batter was fully charged.
I knew all of this was because of the zombie invasion. I wondered how I would communicate with family and wondered where B was. I picked up the phone again and waited through the static and the silence until an operator came on.
I asked her why the phones were down, she said that they were only down locally, but I could make a long distance call. I thanked her and wished her hope on what would surely be a long ande stressful shift, and we hung up. I wondered about the internet, whether it would work because it was a cable connection instead of a phone line.
I went into the office and tried to draw the curtains very slowly without turning on the light becase I knew the neighbor was still watching my apartment, and he creeped me out.
B walked through the door and handed me a piece of paper with EMERGENCY written at the top in big, bold red. He had filled it out with his name and phone number and address, then wrote a special note to me. The note was hardly legible because of tears in the paper, but the last part said to get to New York if I could.
He went into the computer room and sat down at the computer. I came in after him and saw he had replaced my lamp with a huge bright super lamp with many, many small light bulbs all over it.
I asked if he could move it over some because it was shining in my eyes. He got upset and said no, that it wasn’t too bright. I looked at the bulbs and saw that half of them were 100 watt, and the others were 40s and 60s. He disagreed, said they were all soft 40s, but moved it back a bit anyway.
I sat down at my computer directly to his left and was annoyed at his presence. It had been a very long time since we had used the computers together because of his schedule, and I had gotten to like it.
I pulled up my black and orange, swirly website and thought about posting something about the zombie invasion, wondered if I should wait until tomorrow since I had already posted something that day.
I waited for my email to load to see if my family had tried to contact me and he opened EverQuest. I was upset that he would take the time to play a game when we had to move into survival mode.
Zombies started attacking my parents’ church. I managed to get all of the kids into the basement by promising to cook them pizza. We all went into the basement and then the handful of us adults tried to decide what to do.
One little boy started complaining that there was no pizza, and I remembered that the only oven in the church was upstairs. I ventured back upstairs and Michael followed. Behind him came two boys I knew from high school and some girls I didn’t know. I put the pizza into the over and waited.
Then I was bent over the kitchen counter with Michael behind me, thrusting into me. The others were in similar positions, only the four of them were all connected to each other in a sort of chain facing me. One of the girls was lying face up on the counter in front of me wearing only a skirt pushed up to her waist.
Michael moved us closer, reached around me, and felt her breasts. I pulled her closer, leaned down and licked her clitoris. The girls were young and inexperienced, and the other one asked if she tasted like fish.
Then pizza was done, and we wondered how we would get passed the zombies and back into the basement safely.
I was in a house with B and a woman when we heard a big thud and stuff crashing onto the floor in another room. We ran into the room and found a big impression in the wall where something large and heavy had been thrown at the outside of the house. We heard another sound from the other side of the house and found the same thing.
We went into another room and something large was thrown at the outside wall. This time it almost came all of the way through and I could see it was a person. There were a lot of people throwing themselves at the walls trying to get inside, to get to the three of us.
After many of them had thrown themselves at the house there were many holes they could reach through. I was very scared.
One girl smashed most of the way through the wall and then crawled through a large hole she had created. The edges of the hole scratched at her skin until much of her flesh was torn off. I then knew she and the rest of the people attacking the house were zombies.
As more of the zombies came into the house, their flesh hanging from their skin, I recognized a few of them as my students. I thought to myself, “Can’t teach A500 math students A10 subjects. They just won’t get it.”
I finally found a phone, an old rotary, and the other woman dialed 911 while I swung the heavy receiver around hitting the zombies in the room. I yelled at the phone hoping someone at 911 would send help.
I stood in checkout line of my grocery store and noticed a man lying on the ground a few feet behind me. When I was almost finished paying for my groceries, the man moved in a very creepy way. He stood up and I knew he was not alive; he was a zombie. He focused right on me and started toward me before I ran as fast as I could out of the store, leaving my groceries behind.
I was apparently in Homer because I ran to the church there. There were zombies in the roads and in the church hallways, zombies everywhere. I grabbed someone who wasn’t a zombie and dragged him into the nursery with me. As we got to the nursery doorway a zombie came around the corner and pointed a gun at me.
The zombie shot at, and missed, me three times. I spun around and back towards the nursery doorway only to be faced with another gun. I heard a loud bang at the same time the right side of my face burst into pain.
I froze and pondered the situation as the rest of the action continued around me. I considered that the pain on the right side of my face might be from the noise of the gunshot bursting my eardrum, but was pretty sure that I had been shot. I knew I wouldn’t be much use against the zombies with my face blown off. I wondered if I would turn into a zombie.
Themes: Zombies
It was the middle of the night and everyone in town had fallen over dead except for my immediate and extended family. The electricity went out and the whole town was eerily silent. We decided that we would be safer and happier at my parents’ home out of town than where we were.
We took torches and went to my parents’ house as fast as we could. I was afraid that whatever had killed everyone else was going to get to us too, but I was also afraid that the dead bodies would turn into zombies and come for us. On our way to my parents’ home we crossed paths with a teenage girl who had survived, and we brought her along with us.
At my parents’ the teenage girl panicked and said that she couldn’t stay with us because then she would know where we were and would be able to lead others to us so they could kill us. She took a square tupperware container with a dirty lid and left us. I was sure the dirty tupperware lid would attract the zombies, but we let her go anyway.
Everyone crammed inside the house and tried to make out some sort of plan. As daylight grew I stayed in the basement and looked out the windows, wondering what or who was out there and how we would survive another day. I watched my mother with someone else and two large dogs walk around the house, and I feared for their lives. I thought that no one would be able to convince me to go outside, even though I know that I wasn’t 100% safe inside. It was only a matter of time until the zombies would be after us.
Themes: End of the World, Zombies