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Last night I dreamed a splattergore B movie, complete with a coming attraction trailer at the end.
It was set at a hotel, which is pretty normal for me, I go to so many cons there's this amalgamation of hotels with ten or so spliced together which becomes the backdrop for many of my dreams.
The main character wasn't so much me as played by me, or at least played by some waifish goth girl with a load of dyed black hair and wardrobe by Hot Topic. I remember for most of the dream she was wearing tight jeans and an oversized Rocky Horror t-shirt, with the lips on the front. Oh, yes, and spike-heel ankle boots.
The main plot focused on a zombie attack in a hotel, and someone got the idea, "well, if they're flesh eating monsters we should blow them up" so they can't eat us anymore, which seemed like a good idea. I vaguely remember an older man who was carrying a ridiculous amount of explosives, very much the stereotypical NRA type (baseball cap, beard, sleeves torn off his shirt, vaguely paranoid) just opening an ammo box and having it be full of explosives. There was a weak reason why he had all those and still considered himself an upstanding citizen, but I can't remember it. I say "stereotypical NRA type" because I've met too many NRA members to take the stereotype seriously. Anyway, the group bands together (I think there was also a middle aged hispanic woman and at least two other people, and the main character's boyfriend, who when I first woke up I thought "Whoa, he looked like Tom in high school", only now that I'm writing it down I think he just looked like a random hot much less gothy than the girl but still pretty gothy long black hair, pale skin, delicate features, dressed all in black heartthrob), the other person I can't remember dies, and the main character's boyfriend gets turned into a zombie.
The stereotypical NRA type sets loose the explosives, and liquid zombie chunks get splattered all over the glass sides of the hotel atrium. However, when the group tries to go through it they discover that the puréed zombie is corrosive and moves of it's own accord in big liquid swells. The Hispanic woman is pulled to her death and everyone else regroups upstairs. The survivors try and think of a plan, except for goth-girl main character who after five minutes of the group meeting decided that no one is getting out of the hotel alive and she really misses her dead boyfriend. So she goes into the bathroom of the hotel room they'd regrouped in, takes off her gore-splattered jeans, takes out her pocketknife, tears the neckhole out of her shirt, basically hacks away at it until it's a minidress, reapplies her lipstick, picks up a crowbar, and proceeds to walk out into the war zone to die.
Her plan was to go and walk dramatically into the churning, red, zombie-ooze, but unfortunately she got lost. She got really lost and wound up wandering around most of the hotel until she finally figured out "Okay, the zombies are on the ground floor, that's why everyone else was trying to avoid that floor, so if I get to the ground floor I can go out fighting."
And then she figured out that the first floor was not the ground floor in this hotel, and that's what was confusing her. Moreover, none of the elevators she was finding had a button for the ground floor. This pissed her off in general, and she shouted something along the lines of "How the fuck am I supposed to get to the lobby when I don't plan to die there?! This architect should be shot."
Finally, she takes the elevator to the first floor and then takes the emergency stairs to the ground floor. As she walks down the stairs, she gazes at the stairwell and how high the bloodstains go up and wonders exactly how deep this churning mass of death she's about to wade into is going to be.
It turns out it's not that deep because the final scene shows a close up of the mess trying to eat her vinyl spike heels and coming short of top of her boots, (B-movie logic: always wading into five inches of gore in spike heels, it will keep your feet dry) swinged her crowbar by her side. She smashes a glass partition with it and sloshes deeper into the gore, and suddenly there's her boyfriend standing in the middle of it. He's a zombie, but he looks really good. Apparently, love-interest zombies just get more goth makeup in this movie because he just had red rings around his eyes and more and black lipstick, which he wasn't wearing before. He did start with eyeliner, but now he had more. She drops her crowbar spreads her arms and walks toward him, embraces him and starts making out with the zombie. He seems to either be going for it; but it's hard to tell if he's bad at making out, bad at eating people, or bad at trying to do both at once. The movie ends with her legs around his waist and him chewing on her neck, all the while both of them smearing each other with gore and the flesh eating blood creeping up her bare legs. When I woke up I realized that that implication was that she intended to have sex with the zombie as it ate her. What the ever-loving fuck, brain.
It actually wasn't bad for a B-movie, if you just take it as an example of its kind and expect to be mildly disgusted the whole way through.
At the end, my brain played a trailer for a movie about a shark that makes people explode. Lots of shots of people's heads and bodies exploding and splashing down into the water so the shark can eat them. Screaming men, screaming women, none of whom I think were supposed to be me, and a bad-effects shark. This was a dream, why did the shark look fake?
It was set at a hotel, which is pretty normal for me, I go to so many cons there's this amalgamation of hotels with ten or so spliced together which becomes the backdrop for many of my dreams.
The main character wasn't so much me as played by me, or at least played by some waifish goth girl with a load of dyed black hair and wardrobe by Hot Topic. I remember for most of the dream she was wearing tight jeans and an oversized Rocky Horror t-shirt, with the lips on the front. Oh, yes, and spike-heel ankle boots.
The main plot focused on a zombie attack in a hotel, and someone got the idea, "well, if they're flesh eating monsters we should blow them up" so they can't eat us anymore, which seemed like a good idea. I vaguely remember an older man who was carrying a ridiculous amount of explosives, very much the stereotypical NRA type (baseball cap, beard, sleeves torn off his shirt, vaguely paranoid) just opening an ammo box and having it be full of explosives. There was a weak reason why he had all those and still considered himself an upstanding citizen, but I can't remember it. I say "stereotypical NRA type" because I've met too many NRA members to take the stereotype seriously. Anyway, the group bands together (I think there was also a middle aged hispanic woman and at least two other people, and the main character's boyfriend, who when I first woke up I thought "Whoa, he looked like Tom in high school", only now that I'm writing it down I think he just looked like a random hot much less gothy than the girl but still pretty gothy long black hair, pale skin, delicate features, dressed all in black heartthrob), the other person I can't remember dies, and the main character's boyfriend gets turned into a zombie.
The stereotypical NRA type sets loose the explosives, and liquid zombie chunks get splattered all over the glass sides of the hotel atrium. However, when the group tries to go through it they discover that the puréed zombie is corrosive and moves of it's own accord in big liquid swells. The Hispanic woman is pulled to her death and everyone else regroups upstairs. The survivors try and think of a plan, except for goth-girl main character who after five minutes of the group meeting decided that no one is getting out of the hotel alive and she really misses her dead boyfriend. So she goes into the bathroom of the hotel room they'd regrouped in, takes off her gore-splattered jeans, takes out her pocketknife, tears the neckhole out of her shirt, basically hacks away at it until it's a minidress, reapplies her lipstick, picks up a crowbar, and proceeds to walk out into the war zone to die.
Her plan was to go and walk dramatically into the churning, red, zombie-ooze, but unfortunately she got lost. She got really lost and wound up wandering around most of the hotel until she finally figured out "Okay, the zombies are on the ground floor, that's why everyone else was trying to avoid that floor, so if I get to the ground floor I can go out fighting."
And then she figured out that the first floor was not the ground floor in this hotel, and that's what was confusing her. Moreover, none of the elevators she was finding had a button for the ground floor. This pissed her off in general, and she shouted something along the lines of "How the fuck am I supposed to get to the lobby when I don't plan to die there?! This architect should be shot."
Finally, she takes the elevator to the first floor and then takes the emergency stairs to the ground floor. As she walks down the stairs, she gazes at the stairwell and how high the bloodstains go up and wonders exactly how deep this churning mass of death she's about to wade into is going to be.
It turns out it's not that deep because the final scene shows a close up of the mess trying to eat her vinyl spike heels and coming short of top of her boots, (B-movie logic: always wading into five inches of gore in spike heels, it will keep your feet dry) swinged her crowbar by her side. She smashes a glass partition with it and sloshes deeper into the gore, and suddenly there's her boyfriend standing in the middle of it. He's a zombie, but he looks really good. Apparently, love-interest zombies just get more goth makeup in this movie because he just had red rings around his eyes and more and black lipstick, which he wasn't wearing before. He did start with eyeliner, but now he had more. She drops her crowbar spreads her arms and walks toward him, embraces him and starts making out with the zombie. He seems to either be going for it; but it's hard to tell if he's bad at making out, bad at eating people, or bad at trying to do both at once. The movie ends with her legs around his waist and him chewing on her neck, all the while both of them smearing each other with gore and the flesh eating blood creeping up her bare legs. When I woke up I realized that that implication was that she intended to have sex with the zombie as it ate her. What the ever-loving fuck, brain.
It actually wasn't bad for a B-movie, if you just take it as an example of its kind and expect to be mildly disgusted the whole way through.
At the end, my brain played a trailer for a movie about a shark that makes people explode. Lots of shots of people's heads and bodies exploding and splashing down into the water so the shark can eat them. Screaming men, screaming women, none of whom I think were supposed to be me, and a bad-effects shark. This was a dream, why did the shark look fake?