This morning I had a zombie dream. I sorta have a zombie fetish... I love them. I'm addicted. What was strange about this mornings dream though, was I actually felt I had a bit of control over it! Usually, I feel like I'm watching a movie of myself.

So. If you are interested, here is what I can remember from this dream:
It started out with me and my husband Dago, and a friend, but I can't remember who it is now. Could be you! We found out someone had died either in our house, or close by, so we were taking him to the hospital. Outside the hospital was a mess. Cars everywhere, and bodies covering the streets. But we didn't notice the bodies. Dago and friend continue to try to get the mans body out of our car. I remember very clearly that the car door accidentally shut on the guys chest and Dago laughed a little about it. I scolded him and told him to be respectful, but I laughed inside too. As I was looking around at all of the cars, I was getting nervous. There were helicopters, but no people around except the three of us. Dago said he had friend were going inside to try to find someone to find some help and for me to stay with the car. I am left alone in a street of bodies.
I'm just shuffling around kicking some rocks, and I look up and notice the body in the car is blinking. He rubs his chest where the car door shut on him like it's a little sore. I look around for Dago, to be sure I'm seeing this right, and in that same moment, all the bodies that were in the street stand up. The one near me in the car looks at me, but I don't see any anger in his eyes. I thought about killing him. Because he's a zombie and that's what you're supposed to do. I always tell people in movies to kill the zombie before it can do anything but I couldn't. Dago yelled from the hospital doors, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, because Military is suddenly everywhere.
They were herding the zombies into groups! I was getting pushed around with the walking dead, and none were trying to attack me. I was scared, confused, separated from Dago. I was trying to get out of one of the herds, when I fell and twisted my ankle or my knee, something painful. Something about that act made one of the zombies take notice and I was trying to get up when it attacked me. It bit my shoulder, and I fought it off and was finally able to get out of the crowd of dead. I was up on a park table and I could see Dago across, still at the hospital with military around him, our friend and other people. I could also see that the military was not only herding the zombies, they were separating them into groups. They were in squares of about 20 zombies each.
I made my way over to the hospital on the other side, passing through the zombies. None of them looked at me. Like I was invisible. They didn't look at each other either.They looked at the guards though. That helped me avoid them. I finally made it over to Dago and when I turned around we saw them moving one of the groups through a door. He had noticed I was limping, and asked if I was alright. I quietly showed him the bite wound on my shoulder, and I could see the fear in his eyes. He knew what that bite meant. As he embraced me, we heard gunshots coming from the door they moved the zombies through. We decided not to tell anyone else about the bite, and to leave as soon as possible.
Dago, our friend and I found a door on the outside of the hospital that led to a hallway. The guards were distracted by a few walking dead that had stumbled out of the hospital. They were naked and had toe tags on.
As we moved through the dark hallway, there were a few doors, but one was open on the end.
I could feel myself dying through this walk. My limp held me back, and I could feel my insides twisting, my eyes changing. Dago told my friend to go ahead, to check out the open, lit door. He stayed with me as I became a zombie.
When I opened my eyes, the pain in my leg was gone, I could see Dago very clearly, though it was dark and I had a desire to taste him. But I didn't. I also couldn't talk any more. I couldn't remember how. Somehow Dago knew I wasn't going to hurt him. Our friend called for us quietly and asked if I was okay. Dago replied yeah, that I just tripped on something, and we moved forward. I was still limping, but it no longer hurt. Instead, my entire body had an ache I can't describe. We looked into the room to see a small group of military, sitting around, eating a snack, having a smoke or playing cards. One noticed us and jumped up. We retreated down the dark hallway, but he pursued, following us, we tried to hide in a dark corner and it almost worked, but the two parallel doors on either side of us flew open, as another pack of zombies was herded through. We stayed in the dark corner as most of them passed us by, going through the hallway to the open door on the other side of us. We watched the parade of zombies that had separated us from our pursuer, kicking away a few that tried to steer off course. When the zombies finished entering the room, the door closed, and we were left once again with army man that had followed us. He asked us to come with him, back to the safe room.
As we entered, first our friend, then Dago and last me, I locked eyes with a young, spiky haired, army man, who instantly drew a pistol and pointed it at my mouth. I froze, realizing how much I really did look like a zombie. My hair was tangled up, and my clothes were dirty from being pushed around in the mod of dead bodies. I still walked with the limp from my twisted knee, and I had blood running down my right arm from the bite on my shoulder. His stare never left my yellowed, bloodshot eyes. I was terrified. Dago couldn't do anything but yell at the young man. I couldn't even hear him though. The commander told him to put down his weapon. That I wasn't a threat. I was secondary. He did, begrudgingly, but continued to stare at me. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Including my husband. He was scared of me, and that made me very sad.
I heard a muffled gunshot and turned to the left, seeing through one sided glass, to the room next door where the parade of zombies had entered. They looked confused as well. The military people were looking in their mouths using the barrel of their guns. One zombie, close to the glass, tried to bite the gun, and was shot in the mouth, blowing his head off, so he had nothing left but a lower jaw. I was a little sad for this zombie, and the others getting re-killed. I didn't know what they were looking for, but eventually every one of them was dead. All I could do was let out a raspy whimper. My voice wouldn't work, and it was very frustrating. Dago came over and hugged me from behind.

That's when I woke up! Haha. Sorry for the super long post. I wanted to write it down before I forgot it because it was so so detailed. If you made it through that, wow! Congrats? If not, I understand. I just wanted to share it with fellow creative people.


What is a favorite dream of yours?