The world ends because my mother wants me dead...
I'm not really one to have "zombie" dreams. This dream last night just really took the cake though. I just had to write this dream out after I got to work this morning. It's long, so I'll stick it behind a cut.
It starts out with me leaving work (I think). I heard someone screaming to look up. I look up and see 3 planes. One was huge and long, and crashing down into buildings. The 2 others turned into 5, and they looked more like missiles. When they "crashed", this gas or something was coming out of them. People around me were turning into "zombies". (I say "zombies" because they looked more like the undead on WoW). Those of us that were still alive were running around trying to either get home or just hide.
I realized then that my old co-worker Diane was with me. She told me to hide down in this hole, that it leads to a tunnel that would lead me home. So I go down into the hole, it was all dirty and slimy. The hole didn't lead anywhere, and when I looked back at Diane she had this really scary grin on her face. I knew it was a trap. She looked like she was waiting for something to happen, but it didn't. I got back out, and she looked disappointed. (And just a side note that this is really, really out of character for Diane. She's one of those "goody goody" people.)
I looked around and realized there were a lot of people that were turning into zombies and that they were coming after us. We started running when we found this go-cart like thing that had a motor on it, but was broken down. I managed to get it stated, but there was only room in it for one person. I decided to jump in and take off, leaving Diane behind because she tried to trap me.
I then find myself alone in some weird neighborhood. All the buildings looked shabby and broken down. I could then hear someone saying that there was a house full of people who survived and that I should go there. I found the house, and on the top of it it said "Harry's (or Henry, can't remember the exact name) House for Refugees." When I went in, the house was dark, and there were people sitting around on sofas in a circle. I told them I was there for help, but no one said anything. They shut the door behind me, and it went almost pitch black. I then heard them all get up and rush at me. Someone stabbed me, and I knew I "died".
When I "woke up", I was a zombie. My flesh was rotting off and I was upset about what I had become. The people who were in the house, who were still actually alive, told me someone wanted this done to me.
I was then talking to someone, who said she was my aunt, but looked just like my mom. She told me that everything that had happened was all a plot to kill me. They had "killed" all those people just so they could get to me. She went on to tell me that a lot of people around the world had survived though. I was really upset, and told her "why would you kill so many innocent people just to get at me?" I never got my answer, because then I woke up.
The whole dream was just really freaky. I thought it was kind of funny that the person behind it was my mom. Why she would want me dead, I don't know. Or why she would stage this whole attack on humanity just to get me is crazy. I think the weirdest part was that so many people were in on it, like my co-worker and that whole house of people. I have no freeken clue why the house was called "Harry's House for Refugees" since I don't know anyone named Harry.
It starts out with me leaving work (I think). I heard someone screaming to look up. I look up and see 3 planes. One was huge and long, and crashing down into buildings. The 2 others turned into 5, and they looked more like missiles. When they "crashed", this gas or something was coming out of them. People around me were turning into "zombies". (I say "zombies" because they looked more like the undead on WoW). Those of us that were still alive were running around trying to either get home or just hide.
I realized then that my old co-worker Diane was with me. She told me to hide down in this hole, that it leads to a tunnel that would lead me home. So I go down into the hole, it was all dirty and slimy. The hole didn't lead anywhere, and when I looked back at Diane she had this really scary grin on her face. I knew it was a trap. She looked like she was waiting for something to happen, but it didn't. I got back out, and she looked disappointed. (And just a side note that this is really, really out of character for Diane. She's one of those "goody goody" people.)
I looked around and realized there were a lot of people that were turning into zombies and that they were coming after us. We started running when we found this go-cart like thing that had a motor on it, but was broken down. I managed to get it stated, but there was only room in it for one person. I decided to jump in and take off, leaving Diane behind because she tried to trap me.
I then find myself alone in some weird neighborhood. All the buildings looked shabby and broken down. I could then hear someone saying that there was a house full of people who survived and that I should go there. I found the house, and on the top of it it said "Harry's (or Henry, can't remember the exact name) House for Refugees." When I went in, the house was dark, and there were people sitting around on sofas in a circle. I told them I was there for help, but no one said anything. They shut the door behind me, and it went almost pitch black. I then heard them all get up and rush at me. Someone stabbed me, and I knew I "died".
When I "woke up", I was a zombie. My flesh was rotting off and I was upset about what I had become. The people who were in the house, who were still actually alive, told me someone wanted this done to me.
I was then talking to someone, who said she was my aunt, but looked just like my mom. She told me that everything that had happened was all a plot to kill me. They had "killed" all those people just so they could get to me. She went on to tell me that a lot of people around the world had survived though. I was really upset, and told her "why would you kill so many innocent people just to get at me?" I never got my answer, because then I woke up.
The whole dream was just really freaky. I thought it was kind of funny that the person behind it was my mom. Why she would want me dead, I don't know. Or why she would stage this whole attack on humanity just to get me is crazy. I think the weirdest part was that so many people were in on it, like my co-worker and that whole house of people. I have no freeken clue why the house was called "Harry's House for Refugees" since I don't know anyone named Harry.