As per my friend Aaron, who told me I have the most detail and long dreams of anyone he’s known. He not the first person to tell me that either.
Here is the dream I had only moments before waking up this morning.
My mom and I went to the airport to pick up my dad so they could come visit my work and my co-workers. We walk into the office, which is located near a checkout stand on the floor of a Target. My dad mentions he has to pick up a few things so he goes into the store and I walk over to my desk. I mention to them, “Hey my dad’s here, he’ll be around in a few.” But he was already coming over. One of my co-workers, teases him, “Hey! Big, tall scary man coming through over here!” My dad walks over and I introduce the two and because my dad isn’t finished shopping he mentions that he’ll be back later and walks back into the store.
I turn around to see my sister, Shannon, and my best friend, Layla in a corner building a see-through elevator and reinforcing the automatic doors. When my dad comes back over he says, “What are they doing?” I explain that we needed an elevator and they were reinforcing the doors so that robots couldn’t get through. We have so many automated machines if they ever have an uprising this place will be fortified. That didn’t sit well with him and he told me that Shannon and I needed to leave now with him and our mom, it was not safe and we could take our money and go to an isolated place with a ‘fixed economy’ (Ed note: I don’t know why he said that, CNN was playing on my TV while I slept) and then he walked away.
I looked to my sister and told her that we should get out of here, I did have a good feeling about where we were anymore. She told me adamantly that she had a job to do so I suggested that we leave immediately after she finishes. She agrees.
I went upstairs and my mom was piloting a helicopter and my dad was boarding. I promised that we would follow soon, but suddenly I was on the helicopter flying away. I knew this isn’t where I wanted to go, but as the copter banked to the side I began to slide out. Nick Stokes from CSI was now piloting the helicopter and he grabbed my hand to make sure I wouldn’t fall out, but unfortunately I wasn’t going to make it. He flew within inches of the ground and dropped me.
I get up in a parking lot surrounded by narrow staircases with people packed in them yelling for me to come inside. I ran for the one in front of me, but as I sprint for the opening I pass a couple standing next to each other not moving facing the staircase. Once inside a loud bullhorn announces people in the light can go to the safe zones. I can go, but it’s close to the cutoff so I wait.
The couple is still standing in front of us, and they have frozen smiles on their faces.
A shadow from a plane covers most of the light in front of us and suddenly the couple is in the doorway not moving, still smiling. I notice that they’re zombies. The woman next to me slips and falls into the couple they immediately began to eat her and two more come in from both sides to join in devouring her. A little girl zombie runs into the staircase to attack us we push back, but I feel a pain in my arm. She bit me.
The people in the staircase panic, but I reassure them, “It’s alright I won’t fight.” I walk out in the light.
“Does any one have a gun?” I yell. A man in a staircase near by yells back at me. “I have one, but I only have two bullets.”
“That’s fine,” I yell back.
I ask for someone to shoot me. A woman comes forward and I get on my knees. I make my peace as she puts the gun against my head. I count to three over and over again, but she doesn’t shoot. Why? Because she’s freaking holding a conversation with someone! But, eventually I hear a loud bang, and a crack as the bullet hits my skull. A sudden warmth flares up in my head and my face hits the ground. I lie there feeling tired, waiting to die and scared I’ll feel pain soon.
But I realized I was asleep, and I woke up.
So there you go. These dreams aren’t an everyday occurance. Every couple of months I’ll have some crazy detailed epic dream that I remember when I wake up. Maybe it had to do with the whole pepperoni pizza I ate earlier that day. I can’t explain where they come from, but I hope one day one of these crazy dreams will prompt a book.
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