This was the best dream I’ve had since I don’t even know when. It was good enough that I ended up sleeping in for something stupid like 4 hours because I wanted to have more of this dream.
The basic jist of this dream was that it was zombie survival. And it started off in the creepy way - I was in some quasi-real area that I knew in the dream but didn’t look like anything I knew outside of the dream. The two major hubs involved were my old family church, a giant concrete tomb-like structure which was revamped with catacombs and sewers for the sake of the dream, as well as a sort of abandoned house that was standard issue for suburbia an woefully equipped with many large, glass-paneled doors.
I think the zombies themselves may have shown up in the church first. It was during mass that my family and I noticed something strange going on. Soon, the priest (who looked like the fat friar from Robin Hood more than any priest that I remember) was ushering myself and my sister(?) to a secret passage at the back of the chapel that eventually led us to a series of underground tunnels. We eventually emerged from these tunnels and were outside of the church. The scene was a bit chaotic. Zombies. Screaming people. Police. Shooting. The usual for this sort of thing, I suppose, but it was a weird mix of terrifying and exhilarating. Well, regardless, it seemed like this was a bad place to stay, so we went back to the church to meet up with the survivors there and get a plan.
This must have been the point at which I got some weapons, ‘cause from this point on I was able to shoot any zombies that got in my way. But it wasn’t super-simple given that stealth was more valuable than knocking down a zombie or two. There were *a lot* of zombies by this point, and killing off a handful of them wasn’t even a drop in the bucket.
After some generic and not-so-memorable sneaking around from place to place while avoiding zombies, we managed to have another church gathering in the chapel. This time, however, a huge horde of zombies got into the church and things got pretty serious. My dad and I rushed down to the underground tunnels and this time emerged in the abandoned house that I mentioned earlier. The zombies around this area were sparse enough that we could take some time to secure the place - and oh boy, did it need securing. Half of the locks on the windows were busted, and the best way we could seal them off was with these little golden chains with hooks on the ends that we’d wrap around and hook together. At one point, I even triggered a bomb someone had set at the corner of one of these doors that managed to attract a few zombies and bust the upper-right corner of the door. But apart from freaking us out for a bit, we didn’t suffer too terribly from that event.
Somewhere during this preparation, Eddard and Arya Stark from the Game of Thrones series managed to pop up from either the catacombs or outside, I don’t remember which. We let them in ‘cause they seemed tired, and they sat in the corner with shields raised as we all looked outside at the approaching zombie horde. Miraculously, the chained-off doors managed to keep the zombies out, and while a few leaked in from some unknown area, we still managed to fight them off long enough for them to leave of their own accord. At one point I remember being trapped in the corner where the Starks had been and I was using their sword to poke zombies. It was gross. Zombie guts have more resistance than I expected, and it doesn’t feel like you’re actually hurting them by stabbing. Regardless, though, we were soon enough left alone in the house.
As usual, we took the secret tunnels back to church and had another chapel meeting. But this is where things started getting crazy-awesome. First, the area outside of the church had turned into a sort of palace, and because of the zombie hordes, this palace was now in the possession of some evil dude. So there were cyclops patrols outside, a bunch of zombies in the area, and other dangerous things. But we still made it into the church and had mass for any survivors who were interested. During mass, though, half of the congregation’s eyes started glowing red. I remember thinking wryly to myself: “What, do we have to deal with vampires, now, too?” But it turned out that they were something called “spell-spinners,” and they were intent on chasing me down. So I took the secret tunnels to an area outside of the church/palace/whatever and was running through the streets trying to fight off the spell-spinners. At this point, though, I had a device that let me create fiery explosions a few feet in front of me. Unfortunately, the spell-spinners could also create fire through some kind of crazy spell-spinning magic. So we duked it out for a bit with the fire before I realized that I was way outnumbered. However, at this point, something interesting was happening. The dream was becoming much less realistic and much more like a video game. So now I had the option of pausing the battle to quaff a few potions and try to reset my available skills. So because I had played as a wizard in Diablo III earlier this year, I had the option to use a teleport skill, which got me away from the spell-spinners and into the evil dude’s palace area. I evaded the evil dude’s forces, eventually by mounting a horse that I had been keeping… somewhere? I dunno. But I had a horse now, and it swam across the moat of the palace and got me back to town.
So now I was trotting through town in what had become a bustling bazaar. And at this point, I had become secure in the knowledge that I was playing some kind of MMO with my coworkers with the agreement that once you got zombified, you had to help clean up the workplace. So I was still unzombified and trotting haughtily through town. I was still wary of zombies, though, and when I heard one behind me, I readied my magical arrow and was preparing to shoot it, but the zombie’s friend implored me to stop. Apparently, she knew the zombified girl and knew that she didn’t want to hurt anyone. So I talked to this girl and her zombie friend for a while until eventually all of the love-and-peace discourse started unzombifying the zombified girl. So now I knew that the cure for zombie status was compassion. And with that knowledge in hand, I logged out of the game and woke up.
