When dreams contain uncomfortable, dangerous or scary situations; they are generally referred to a nightmares. Nightmares are a common thing, and can be caused by many things. Bad experiences, stress, illness and even things like sleeping position and eating habits are known inducers of nightmares. Many things about the short but violent dream I had last night, would label it as a nightmare; yet I disagree.
It all started out with me standing on the deck of some boat, I was enjoying the wind and sea in the “Titanic” way. Suddenly out of nowhere a raging zombie started to run towards me. When the zombie nearly reached me I bent forward, grabbed the zombie’s legs and flipped it over the railing.
After watching the zombie disappear under the ship’s bow, I walked back inside. Walking through the ship I noticed that all the corridors were empty. Since it was a cruise ship this struck me as odd. As I walked through one of the corridors, suddenly some doors behind me swung open and a horde of screaming zombies came rushing out towards me. I started running into the opposite direction and bumped into a chubby fellow who later introduced himself as Ron and looked a bit like Mark “Barney” greenway.
After running through several corridors with a load of zombies behind us, Ron and I suddenly found ourselves in an atrium or indoor botanical garden. In the opposite corner of the atrium was a table with guns on it. As we approached the table, we suddenly noticed a pale, black-haired girl knelt next to the table, softly sobbing about something. I asked the girl what was wrong, and she suddenly turned towards us hissing and growling. As I looked into her pitch black, empty eyes, I realized that addressing the girl was an obvious mistake. It is obvious now that the girl was a witch from the popular first-person shooter game Left 4 Dead.
The witch was still growling and hissing at us when the zombies flooded in from the other side of the atrium. Ron snapped his fingers at the witch and said ”Shut the fuck up bitch, and hand me that riffle!”. The witch was startled, but handed us some rifles. For what seemed to last an eternity, Ron and I shot the endless stream of zombies that came rushing in; while the witch kept handing us new ammunition cartridges and refilling the empty ones. After the stream of zombies stopped, suddenly a single female zombie came running in and shouted ”Ron, wait it’s me!”.
Ron said that it was an old friend of his, and that it looked as if she was only half a zombie. The girl warned us that another steam of zombies was following her, and that we needed to prepare for it. Moments later another seemingly endless stream of zombies came rushing in. Ron and I kept shooting them, as the witch and the half-zombie girl kept handing us ammunition. After the last zombie had died, the girl handed me another cartridge said that this was the one. Ron told me that he would stay behind and fight off the next round of zombies so that I could escape.
As I stepped through the door next to the table, I suddenly found myself standing in a wardrobe section. I turned around and watched the witch for a few seconds, before I decided to do a headshot on her from behind. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, a zombie wearing a blue bass guitar walked into the atrium from the other side. He saw me and shouted something into the corridor behind him. The very second I did the headshot on the witch; I could hear another horde of zombies pouring into the atrium. I turned around and started running down the wardrobe corridor. Behind me I heard Ron shouting ”Fuck this shit!” followed by two gunshots. A few seconds later, Ron caught up with me and said that the zombie girl didn’t mention that the ammunition supply was depleted.
Exiting the wardrobe we found ourselves standing in a large hallway, looking at a sign with a big arrow pointing to the left that said “exit”. We cheered and turned to our left, only to see a huge hallway crammed to its limits with what looked like zombies. I looked at Ron, shrugged, and told him that there was only one way out. We fought our way through the hallway with zombies; Rob using his gun as a club and me doing selective headshots. Some of the zombies shouted ”What the fuck, dude?!”, but Ron and I didn’t pay attention to it. All we wanted was to get to the exit as fast as possible.
When I finally reached the doors and exited the building, I was confronted with a huge police force that held me at gunpoint. One of the police officers shouted at me to throw down my gun and get on the floor. I shouted back at him that the place was crammed with zombies, and that he had to run for his life. The police officers looked at each other and started to laugh. Suddenly Ron busted through the door, and started to run towards my car; a black Land Rover Defender.
I threw my gun to the floor and also ran towards my car. Instead of getting behind the wheel, I opened the back door and pulled a case from the back. In the case I found a Bazalt RPG-7, which I aimed at building. After shooting the warhead through the front door, the entire building complex and all the police cars in front of it exploded with great violence. A few seconds later Ron pulled a flyer from under my windshield wiper and read out loud: ”Horror Costume Festival”. A few seconds later I woke up.
Azzy on Thursday April 29th, 2010 at 18:57.“Zombeeez!! (You get the coolest dreams!) I'm jealous, the resolution must have been totally awesome :-)”