[floppydisk]

Lately I've been having really vivid dreams that I've been able to remember after I wake up. Mostly they're just strange and pointless, but here's one for you.

I was one of the survivnig characters from the Dawn of the Dead remake. We landed on the island and were promptly greeted by the natives (who look like Incas), who insisted on taking us somewhere. We went into some caves, where they were having some kind of occult ritual reminisctent of the one in Temple of Doom. Suddenly, three villagers run in carrying a zombie, saying he needs help. I order my friends into some cages that suddenly appeared, and the natives started to zombify. Then we had lightsabers and made little zombie hash out of them.

[rock_dash]

I have zombie dreams all the time. My favorite one is as follows...

Me and a group of people had taken refuge in what looked like an inca temple (Wait...), presumably from a zombie attack. Everyone was milling around and not really doing anything. I decided to go look for some guns. I asked someone where they were and they pointed to a rickety old wooden door (Again, in an inca temple). I was about to go in, when I thought, "Wait...if I open this door, there's probably zombies behind it. I think I'll just leave it alone." so I did. On the way, people were acting really weird, and one guy said, "Oh, so that's what this is all about!" I was getting pretty weirded out. When I back to the main area, there was this really tiny, shively old man, kind of like an really old person in a Rumiko Takashi story. He started doing a little dance and singing a song about Abe, from Oddworld. This song is the strangest part of the dream, because I still can hear bits of that song when I think about it, year after the fact. It was a really sad kind of ballad that ended with Abe dying and the last line was, "...come back tomorrow, there'll be another young Abe!"
Then, these Motorcycle cops (In an incan temple in the middle of a rainforest) showed and agreed to help us. We set up an elaborate plan, but it went wrong somehow, and there was an explosion outside. Suddunly, everything was chaos, and people were running around doing stuff. I noticed that there was a body propped up next to the door. A guy in a roman soldier's armor. He opened his eyes, and everyone dissapeared. He must have been a zombie, because he had grey skin and white eyes. I had a sniper rifle in my hands, so I got behind a little wall in the middle of the room and took AIM. The Sephiroth music started playing (Not one wingled angel, the one that goes "Bum...ba bum...bum...ba bum..."). He was slowly walking toward me, chanting things about the destruction of mother earth, white I was shooting him through the facehole in his helmet. He wouldn't go down though, and when I looked up from the scope, he was right in front of me. I fell backwards and dropped the rifle, and that's when it ended.

Isn't that weird that both our zombie dreams had incan temples?

[Chyld]

I get really weird dreams all the time, but I struggle nowadays to actually remember them...

[Jane Sherwood]

That's funny, I just did an LJ update about this weird-ass dream I had. Take a look.

[Slade]

I get really wierd dreams, sometimes I remember them for a long time, sometimes I forget them. I had a dream this morning that I missed my next year housing registration deadline (although I didn't, thankfully). I have never had zombie dreams, but I'll be sure to post the next wierd one I remember.

[Melissa]

I've been having loads of odd dreams. There mostly about normal enough everyday situations but make little sense.

[Emu]

I had a weird dream this week, there was this village in a desert that was guarded by this descending gate, and people had to run under it before it closed. Then there was another gate outside of that, but it went for about a mile through this tunnel thing, and it closed once every four days. And then there were space ships for some reason, but I am not sure why. I wish I remembered more dreams though, in general.

[SimeSublime]

Very odd dream after the lan I was at last night. I remember I was at a house somewhere. Alot of my friends from different groups were there, and they kept inviting me to parties and things, and I was trying to make sure there wouldn't be any clashes. Then there was some competition announced, called the Nelson something, which had to do with showing patriotism. As the prize was five grand, everybody was trying to win. I had no idea what was going on at the time. I was designated to making a large sandcastle. With plastic. I wasn't interested. I was busy tring to find the last peice of a set of magic armour to give me extra spell points which I needed for some reason. So my friend Daniel starts yelling at me about how I need to make the sandcastle and so on, when I get woken up by a knocking at the door. Once again, Daniel is now yelling at me in real life to get the hell up so we could finish the game of Age of Kings we were playing before we went to sleep.

[floppydisk]

Isn't that weird that both our zombie dreams had incan temples?

That MUST be why the Spanish wiped them out. They were zombies.

[Chyld]

I had a very strange dream last night, where I met a guy I knew from my old school (dropped out before Sixth Form, worse hygiene than me, about sixteen times as clever, stole some book s off of me), who'd somehow become three meters or so tall. I think a fair may have come in somewhere, but its a grey area.

[Jane Sherwood]

I had a load of weird dreams last night, but I can't remember most of them. In one, I think around the end some guy was telling me what I needed to do to "step out of time" whatever that was about, but he said the first thing I needed to do was raise my arm. Funny thing was, I woke up right then, lifted my arm, and then waited for the next instruction for a few moments before realizing I was awake.

The next one seemed to play out like a movie or ghost story, but there were two different stories playing at the same time. One with a strange woman, and the other was my dad. The point was that the hauntings wouldn't stop unless the cycles were interrupted. At that point, the focus shifted solely to the "dad" ghost. I did something to change the cycle of haunting (I think it involved putting something big and heavy on a chair or bench to block the path), but then when I thought it was all done, I came out of my room and found my "dad" sitting in the living room. He looked right up at me (because for some reason half of his torso was going through the chair) and said "You think you can get rid of me that easy?" and then he grabbed my throat and I woke up.

Weird.

[Despondent]

My boss says "Dreams are 'hopes' with wings."



I hope that inspires someone besides myself.

[Jane Sherwood]

...

What about the dreams where something bad happens, like your ghostly dad (who is not already dead) is strangling you, or you're in class and somebody stole your pants?

My dreams are too weird and disturbing to be hopes...especially the pants thing.

This post has been edited by Jane Sherwood: 06 February 2005 - 08:03 PM

[Melissa]

My dream lastnight involved my grandmother sitting in my kitchen with some random guy (who was only in his early 20's) and introducing him to me as her new friend from the internet. Wtf???
So random.....

[barend]

after going to bed without dinner the other night...

i spent the whole night dreaming of devouring meat whereever i could find it... there was a story going on, but i waas so busy trying to score a steak that i didn't pay attention to it... consequentially, at one point i ended up in a jungle where i was captured by two WW2 japanesse soldiers who took me at gun point, with much strugle, to their base, where they held me down in a dark room and tried out different brands of shampo on my hair to see which had the best results.

then they gave me a steak and released me...

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i've had more interesting ones, but that's the most rescent one i can remember that didn't turn into a porno.