sgrosse
02-Jun-2007, 03:09 PM
Not really, but in another thread about Zombie dreams I posted that I had not dreamt about slow moving zombies since I saw Dawn04. And that Zombie dreams in general wernt that scary to me anymore. Well I guess the jokes on me. Last night I had one, and it had slow zombies, and it was horrifying.
The dream started out during the outbreak. I was in Savannah Ga,(my home town, though I now claim Atlanta as a residence), and it was blissfully unaffected by the outbreak. There were a few cases popping up, and of course they revolved around me, Sgrosse..center of the Zombie universe.
I was in some underground tunnel, running with a few other friends of mine(friends in the dream, dont really know who they were) we were not running, but walking at a steady pace. There was something chasing us very slowly. We arrived at a preordained safe point, at which I was introduced to my wife(again, in the dream). We talked about useless stuff and oddly enough, Zombies never came up. Myself, and some others decided that we were going to make a break out of the city and go to the surrounding countryside. I would go out, fill the car up with gas, and return for my wife and the rest. We set off.
While moving through the tunnels, one of the men I was with made a comment, and even now it still seems strange. The people that were surviving, at least the people around us and the ones we met on the way, were all in good shape. There were no cripples, sick people, or people in just plain bad shape(note: I am what you might call a sick person, having epilepsy, so I find it odd that I was in that situation). And all of the people were being herded into one area. We decided to break the herd up by our departure. We emerged out of the tunnels and got to street level. People were walking around, none of them undead, and going about there business. I got to my car, and drove it to the gas station. As I was filling up the car, I overheard the gas station attendent yelling to someone that a Horde was approaching via the Townage bridge.(The Townage bridge is an enormous bridge connecting South Carolina to Georgia connecting over the Savannah river). I looked around and nothing seemed out of place. I turned to the attendent and said, "I seems that this is all a dream, I look around and wish that it was, none of it makes any sence" the attendent looked at me and said "This is no Dream" (the lying bastard) So I get in my car and drive a little down the road until the Townage bridge was in view. I stopped the car, and at this point, the people I was traveling with had disappeared and so had the idea of rescuing my wife, and got out. I looked up at the bridge in time to see a flood of people walking across it. At first it look like regular people, refugees from South Carolina. Then it became apparent that they were not people, and they were slowly closing in on savannah. There were thousands of them. Moving in a slow noiseless cadence. For reasons known only to the people that head up the dream dept. I ran from my car and sprinted down the road. The fear, which untill now had resided only in the background had steped forward to take a bow, was real. I felt it, a cold ice ball churning in my gut. I ran past a car parked on the side of the road, I ran up to it and yelled at the occupants in a near hysterical voise that the dead were hear. Terror had gripped me and I ran back into the city. I ran without purpose. I ran because it was the only thing to do. The dead had reached the base of the bridge, and against all reason, I had only moved a couple of feet away from the bridge. The ground had turned to mush. I turned and faced the onslaught, screaming to whatever god happened to be listening. The horde approached me and things went quiet. I stopped screaming, the wind stopped blowing, it was as if the entire universe stopped to witness this comunion of the damned. I tried to turn but was rooted. I tried to scream but was muted. They reached for me and all I could do was allow it, and watch, outside the ring, floating above the horde, in horror and the dead devoured me. I woke up nearly screaming, but caught myself before I woke up my roommates.
There was more to this dream, little fragments that are disjointed now because of the time lapse between the dream and me writing this. But I hope that this dream is not indicitive of visiting this site. But then again...Maybe it was.;)
The dream started out during the outbreak. I was in Savannah Ga,(my home town, though I now claim Atlanta as a residence), and it was blissfully unaffected by the outbreak. There were a few cases popping up, and of course they revolved around me, Sgrosse..center of the Zombie universe.
I was in some underground tunnel, running with a few other friends of mine(friends in the dream, dont really know who they were) we were not running, but walking at a steady pace. There was something chasing us very slowly. We arrived at a preordained safe point, at which I was introduced to my wife(again, in the dream). We talked about useless stuff and oddly enough, Zombies never came up. Myself, and some others decided that we were going to make a break out of the city and go to the surrounding countryside. I would go out, fill the car up with gas, and return for my wife and the rest. We set off.
While moving through the tunnels, one of the men I was with made a comment, and even now it still seems strange. The people that were surviving, at least the people around us and the ones we met on the way, were all in good shape. There were no cripples, sick people, or people in just plain bad shape(note: I am what you might call a sick person, having epilepsy, so I find it odd that I was in that situation). And all of the people were being herded into one area. We decided to break the herd up by our departure. We emerged out of the tunnels and got to street level. People were walking around, none of them undead, and going about there business. I got to my car, and drove it to the gas station. As I was filling up the car, I overheard the gas station attendent yelling to someone that a Horde was approaching via the Townage bridge.(The Townage bridge is an enormous bridge connecting South Carolina to Georgia connecting over the Savannah river). I looked around and nothing seemed out of place. I turned to the attendent and said, "I seems that this is all a dream, I look around and wish that it was, none of it makes any sence" the attendent looked at me and said "This is no Dream" (the lying bastard) So I get in my car and drive a little down the road until the Townage bridge was in view. I stopped the car, and at this point, the people I was traveling with had disappeared and so had the idea of rescuing my wife, and got out. I looked up at the bridge in time to see a flood of people walking across it. At first it look like regular people, refugees from South Carolina. Then it became apparent that they were not people, and they were slowly closing in on savannah. There were thousands of them. Moving in a slow noiseless cadence. For reasons known only to the people that head up the dream dept. I ran from my car and sprinted down the road. The fear, which untill now had resided only in the background had steped forward to take a bow, was real. I felt it, a cold ice ball churning in my gut. I ran past a car parked on the side of the road, I ran up to it and yelled at the occupants in a near hysterical voise that the dead were hear. Terror had gripped me and I ran back into the city. I ran without purpose. I ran because it was the only thing to do. The dead had reached the base of the bridge, and against all reason, I had only moved a couple of feet away from the bridge. The ground had turned to mush. I turned and faced the onslaught, screaming to whatever god happened to be listening. The horde approached me and things went quiet. I stopped screaming, the wind stopped blowing, it was as if the entire universe stopped to witness this comunion of the damned. I tried to turn but was rooted. I tried to scream but was muted. They reached for me and all I could do was allow it, and watch, outside the ring, floating above the horde, in horror and the dead devoured me. I woke up nearly screaming, but caught myself before I woke up my roommates.
There was more to this dream, little fragments that are disjointed now because of the time lapse between the dream and me writing this. But I hope that this dream is not indicitive of visiting this site. But then again...Maybe it was.;)