| Zombie-ish Dream |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
I had a dream that was kind of about zombies, but they were more like supernatural cannibals. If it doesn't make sense, just read on and maybe it will. I will mention now that they looked different from normal people, but not significantly, only enough so that you can tell they aren't normal.
For some reason there were a bunch of people in my basement, sharing rows of beds like a barracks. I got sick of sharing my bed with two other people, remembered that it was my house, and went up to my room. Upstairs I found a bunch of my high school friends talking and stuff, but I was tired so I didn't hang out with them. In my room I found that a bunch of girls had tented my blankets, tying the center of my quilt to the ceiling (it was the top bunk). I got in bed anyway, after noticing that it was snowing.
What follows may have been a dream within a dream, since I don't remember any connection between them. I was on a bus with a bunch of other people, mostly my age, going somewhere. The bus was accelerating and decelerating randomly and not being steered very well, so a woman in back yelled the driver's name and told him he'd better learn to drive or she'd whup him. I walked to the front and found that the driver's seat was empty. I took it, not knowing what else to do, and tried to figure out where we were. The bus was on a dead-end road to the power plant, where a man came out to throw something at us that looked to me like a grenade. I managed to turn the bus around and start to leave, but the road was slippery with something that reflected green light, though I'm not sure where the light was coming from.
The bus wouldn't accelerate beyond a certain point, and slowly began to lose what power it had. The bus came to a stop and a number of police cars gathered around us and told us to get off the bus. When I saw the people who were “saving” us I knew it meant trouble. Me and some guy my age were carted off to a dark brown SUV. I told the guy who gave us a predatory smile, which was probably meant to be reassuring, “I'm pretty sure we're all going to die, but I don't see any better option than going along with you.”
So we drove for awhile and then we stopped and they put us back on the bus, which they were taking with them, with one of the bad guys as the driver. As we went along, there were traps laid along the road, meant to capture people driving into the city. As it turned out, the bus was unable to maneuver out of the way and our driver got pulled out of the bus and caught. I took the wheel again and got us back to the city, in time for some graduation ceremony. But everything was wrong here, too.
People were mostly gathered at the school, trying to proceed to the graduation hall a few blocks away but pushed back repeatedly. Most of them were confused and didn't know what was going on. Eventually enough people figured it out that they packed in tightly in front of the school. A few of us got weapons, which for some reason the guy I'd been in the SUV with was giving out. In the dream I thought I had a dagger but I'm pretty sure it was letter opener.
We charged up an alley at the enemy, and I cut at a number of them but I think only one died, the rest were taken down by other people. At the mouth of the alley was a goblin-y guy, with an ugly face, a fat body, and no legs to speak of – he was just floating in midair like his legs were invisible. He began to speak to us, as we'd stopped at the sight of him, knowing he was some kind of minor leader. The gist of it was that we had no chance to fight them. I ignored him and turned to an enemy guy sitting near me nonchalantly, and asked him what they were. He said, “Cannibals?” in a confused way and I repeated, “What are you?” but he just shrugged and shook his head.
I turned back to the leader, who was now right in front of me. Seeing his proximity, and that he was looking elsewhere, I stabbed him in the throat and watched him bleed. He said something to me about my audacity since he was the great Coelcissan and then said he would likely return in that form and I'd better watch out. With his death the guys around him mostly lost focus and greeted us in a rather friendly way. We began to walk away and I chatted with one of them, wearing an orange sweater, then asked him his name. He said it was Dane Allen. He smiled at me like a normal person as we approached the humans at the school. They had all taken the distraction of their enemy as an excuse to flee, and the crowd was dispersing haphazardly in all directions before us. I heard Dane holding himself back from chasing. I looked at him and said something like, “I can hardly feel bad for them when they act so much like prey. They should know that running away only calls to predators.” And he pretty much agreed with me, but he looked at me funny, like I was an alien or something.
I walked off alone, towards the city center, singing wordlessly but loudly, just “aaaah”. I found a bunch of skyscrapers with blue and green flags flying, and stood there staring up at them from the empty street. The dream skipped to a later time, when I was standing there looking at the same thing. I began walking and went inside one. A man asked me, “Do you have it? Do you have this thing you say belonged to Coelcissan?” And I called out that I did and he told me to come upstairs. Once I got there, I saw one of the cannibals kneeling as if in prayer. He took a paper from me, and was perusing it. The other guy, another cannibal, was smiling happily. The kneeling man looked up at me and smiled in a friendly way, and I woke up.
I conclude that I was allowed to live because I was not afraid of them. Also, it seems that the goblin-looking guys controlled the others using some supernatural power, and that after this power was destroyed they were less organized and less vicious. And it seems that some of them were even trying to overthrow the leaders. I had the impression that the “cannibals” were not typically organized and didn't live in groups. They had been gathered together from all over. Perhaps I had some supernatural power of my own, and that might have helped to make them avoid me. The otherworldly singing also seemed to have something to do with it.
I was mad when I woke up because I was having such an interesting dream. I couldn't fall back asleep in time, and I knew I'd lost my chance to return to it. So I made an effort to remember the names, and though I could only remember those two, it's more than I usually get out of my dreams. |
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