This morning my alarm went off at six. It didn't startle to me though, and I wasn't in the slightest angry at it for awakening me. (I've been using this app called Sleep which has been doing an excellent job of waking me up during light sleep periods.) I would have gotten up too, but my dreams decided to keep me under for a while.
The first of my dreams was about zombies, no surprise there. I was in a two-story home. My poppa and the baby were there. There were also several other people as well. I remember being in a dark downstairs room trying to text message somebody, there were very strange feelings surrounding this. Eventually I headed up the stairs into another dark room, but only after checking to make sure that the kids were alright in an adjacent room. As I walk into the room I head toward the window, not too far away there is a school and it appears that there is some kind of football game going on. This soons transitions to complete chaos, as it was a ploy to try and take out a group of zombies. I run out of the room to alert the others that there will likely be zombies arriving to us very soon and to prepare themselves. For some reason we are all extremely flustered, scrambling for weapons and trying to station ourselves. Why we did not plan this out before, I do not know. I run back to the room only to see a figure climbing over the awning just outside the window. I panic and quickly run to alert someone in the next room that they are here. The person I alert has several zombies of his own to take care of, so I run back into my own room to handle business. I run to the window before it is shattered to scope out my enemy. Anxiety and adrenaline courses its way throughout my body. I open the window to attack the zombie as it stumbles in. We end up doing a strange dance at arms length. I want to panic, but I don't. There is warmth that I was not expecting. With a shove I gain enough leverage to see what I am dealing with. It is a young woman about my age, rather on the muscular side as well. "Is anyone in here infected?" she yells. I lose my voice, as I was not expecting anything but a brutal fight of the undead. She repeats herself. Finally, "No, we've checked everyone in here. Are you infected?" Quickly I scour over her body, only to find a faint, but distinct bite on her arm.
"I know what's going to happen to me, but I want to help. Please let me help." Although she is pleading with me, she is incredibly calm. It isn't that familiar panicked voice I was planning on hearing from one of the infected. Strangely enough I feel as though I can trust her, so I tell her that she can stay in the bedroom. She lies down on the bed to rest and I return to the room next door to see what has happened. It turns out it was another group of non-flesh eaters who brought by some food, but did not decide to stay. Relief flowed through all of us, as we realized we were not in this fight alone. I go downstairs and am planning on informing everyone about the new member of our team, sparing but a few details. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. I answer it, baseball bat in hand. I was planning on it being a bunch of robbers, as this has been common to us. Instead, I was greeted by a man in uniform. He requested one of the members within our household and told him he was under arrest for crimes he had committed in the past. Everyone in the house seemed a bit confused. There are zombies running around and you're here to arrest someone? The big black man went willingly though. He looked at us and smiled goodbye. He gave a soft wave and retreated from the house, glad that he was going to go somewhere where he would be watched over and safe from these zombies.
Soon enough I heard a loud bang from upstairs. I run to check on the kids, then to the room with the girl, fearing the worst has come to her. I crack the door and see her wresting with one of the undead. Quickly I run downstairs, "Give me a knife!," I yell to those who are in the kitchen. For some reason everyone just stares at me with bewildered looks on there faces. "I need a knife! Give me a knife!," Finally someone tosses one my way and I am fortunate enough to catch it without injuring myself. I run upstairs and see that the girl has handled herself well, all she has to do is finish off this monster. Only, when I look at her, I realize her transformation is coming as well. She takes the knife and drives it into the head of the monster beside her. I sit and talk with her, "You know what's going to happen, I can't let you stay here."
"I know,"
Silence follows. She gets up and paces the room once.
"I've been thinking about it," she says, "I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I think I might be able to control it."
The speech that follows, although going against anything in any sort of zombie tale, seems to make sense. I tell her she can stay.
And I don't currently have time to go into the next dream. But I do want to quickly recap it.
There was driving at night over down Torrance Blvd. I was with Frankie and Selina, there was talk about her school and a dance or something of the sort. It's really late but we enter this restaurant that be believe to be open. I sit and walk over to a refrigerator. It's set up like a home but for some reason we still invite ourselves in. I catch the eyes of a man from the other room. I still help myself and sit down. B is there. We are arguing about something. Soon the man comes back and I realize that the restaurant has been "closed" and we were not supposed to be there. I gather up the dishes and take them to the kitchen. The man comes up to me and asks if everything is okay between me and B. I nod yes and he goes away, returning a few moments later to show me a few classic records. I wash the dishes and put them away and we leave.
The other was also strange. It involved kids in high school. Two boys, a popular girl, and a quiet girl. The two boys were quite close. This was also at night. There was driving, it was raining pretty hard though and hard to see. The quiet girl went for a walk near a pond, she was admiring the dim lighting against the water that surrounded her. She was admiring the sweet lilac and light pink petals that surrounded her. She ran into the boy and instantly he was drawn to her. Back at school he approached her. At about the same time his friend approached the popular girl. Entirely coincidental. They ended up forming this rather odd friendship. The boy invited the quiet girl over, his friend and the popular girl also came. There were stories about the boys father. The mother that had passed away, and the devotion of love that he still had for her. The boy left their presence. The popular girl decided to wander his house without permission. She led the quiet girl down a set of stairs that led to a sanctuary that the father had created for the lost mother. It was rather creepy and they definitely weren't supposed to have found it. The popular girl stuck out in time leaving the quiet girl inside, a gate shut her off from the rest of the house.
The rest of this was just very strange. The boy decided he wanted to marry the girl. Wanted to have a baby with her. He was demanding without being demanding. He was pathetic and mentally unstable. His rationality lost, but he was still sweet. He just wanted to fix the family he never got to have. He wanted to create a family in which to be a part of. Very twisted. He wasn't mean, just very unorthodox.
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