Zombies!

Had I written them down, I would have a whole treasure trove of interesting dreams to put to prose. Alas, the only one I have for you is my most recent dream. It's about relatively apathetic zombies! That, and relatively apathetic survivors. Enjoy?

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Dream:
This all begins in a strange town to which I have never been. It is evening, just around dusk. I am in a cluttered hallway with some people, most of which I don't know. As it is getting to be time to leave, I gather my things together and head for the doorway and pause at the top of the steps before venturing out onto the street. The road is wide in the center of town, and the building is on the corner of an intersection at what seems to be the town square.

I look around, and there are over a hundred people milling around in the streets. There isn't any traffic at all, so I head for the center of the street on foot and when I get to the middle, I center myself and keep walking down the street. This is when I notice that most of the people milling around are zombies! I am walking almost within arms reach of some of them, but I don't seem to be of major concern to them. The scattered normal people also seem to be wandering with a similar daze.

A group of people I know come running up fast from the direction I was heading. I ask them what they are doing here and exclaim that they are in danger for coming to this town because of the zombies. I suddenly decide that we aren't safe any more, and assert that we should get indoors. We start running back towards the building whence I came, which alerts the zombies and some of them decide to chase us. When we get back to the building, instead of going inside it, the people I am with decide to go beside the building and climb a series of three terraced retaining walls, each about 4 or 5 feet high. I tell them that it would be safer for us to go inside but none of them listen, so I decide to stay with the group for strength in numbers.

After we climb up onto the second and third terraces, we catch our breath and most of the zombies stop caring. This is also the same time that the others in my group become more apathetic as well. There are at least five of us, maybe six, and only two of us are male. Some of the girls climb into an open window of the building I previously said we should hide in. Unfortunately, there is a zombie in there who attacks one of the girls but leaves the other alone. It was really strange to see the apathy between the living and the undead. I am the only one who is really making an effort to better my situation.

I somehow defeat the zombie in the window, and after securing that room, I return to the terrace to see the other guy with us climbing down to street level. I try to get him to climb back up, but he only decides to when it is too late. I look for something I can use, and I find a large solid chunk of yellow plastic the size of a large photo album and use it to attack the zombie on the street, who is trying to pull this guy back down. My defensive weapon is insufficient, so I concentrate on trying to pull him back up. He isn't very cooperative, so I decide to give him up for lost because he obviously doesn't seem to care that much. [This is when everything dissolves and I soon wake up.]
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Have fun figuring THAT one out! Apathetic Zombies... that must be what I think of society in general or something.

Bears on the Homefront

Feel free to let me know what this dream means. It was a rather short one, but probably meaningful none the less.

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Dream:
I was at my old house, walking to the end of our driveway. Most of the leaves on the trees are golden, and many are on the ground already [It is autumn in the waking world right now too], but something is wrong. I look up and see a full grown black bear lumbering diagonally across the street from the intersection [this dream took place at the house I grew up in, near the street corner. This home is the only place that is ever my home in my dreams, it's never the house I live in now].

The bear is sauntering directly towards me. I remember that bears don't like loud noises so I yell at him to go away. He keeps coming closer, lunging a little bit to try and make me run away so he can chase. This makes me jump back a little and he comes closer at a faster pace.

I yell at him as if he were a dog, "No... NO! Go away!" and try to make myself look bigger and taller than I really am. At this point he is breathing on my face, smelling my breath. I remember that [in my dream] I had bear meat for dinner that evening and get a little more worried. I punch the bear in the nose several times as I am backing away from him slowly. This only deters him a little. [I don't remember much after this, but I was okay.]
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The last couple of weeks were full of nights where I woke up and was unable to remember any good length of dream, or the ones I did have were too bizzare and random to make any sense out of other than what type of imagery was present.

Demons and Ghosts

I remembered this dream without having to write it down!

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Dream:
I was dropped off at my grandparents house and left alone. At first I thought that nobody was home, more or less I was right, but I was not alone. I was downstairs doing nothing and I kept hearing a noise coming from upstairs. I went up to investigate whatever it was that was clunking around in the kitchen. A cabinet door was open. I close it and keep going through the kitchen. Around the corner there is a drawer that is slid open which I also shut. As I close it I can hear the other cabinet again. I look over and it is swinging open again!

For some reason I decide to stick my head inside the large cabinet to see if there is anything in there, but it was empty. I say a couple prayers to try to get whatever it is in there to leave, especially if it is an evil spirit. This does not seem to help. I try taking a few pictures but my digital camera doesn't capture anything. I then go into the bathroom to wash my hands and one of the light bulbs is burnt out. [I hate it when things are too dimly lit in my dreams!] I begin to wonder if the ghosts or evil spirits somehow managed to get into my camera after I tried taking pictures of them because the strange happenings seemed to come to a stop. Soon after that I was able to leave.

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Persecution

I had a whole bunch of fun and crazy dreams last night. They really blended together and I couldn't make sense of them enough to write them down, accept for one sequence that was linear and made enough sense and seemed interesting.

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Dream:
I was with a friend at some sort of mall or shopping area, discussing a movie we saw, more specifically about an attractive girl from the film. My friend (we'll call him Shawn) told me to wait a moment and he stepped into a nearby DVD store for about a minute. He must have bought it, but he came out with that movie in his hand. Shawn showed me the picture of the girl we were both talking about, she was on the back cover.

I commented on how beautiful she was, and I opened a book that I had been holding to a page with a sketch of a lock of hair on it. I guess the DVD cover smelled good or something but I said

"Her hair smells good too,"” and we were further commenting on it and we heard someone whimper nearby. I looked over and saw a girl who bore a similar resemblance to the one we were discussing. She began to cry as if she was trying to cope with the thought that someone might be planning to kidnap her. I realized this irony and said to her "“stupid girl, can't you see that we aren't talking about you?"” As I showed her the book and the DVD. Somehow, that didn't seem to help.

Someone is watching us.

"“This is going to be good,"” says the man, dressed like a private investigator from the old days. He's wearing a fedora hat and is writing things in a small notebook. He tells us something to the effect that we're in trouble... supposedly for "“conspiring"” to kidnap a girl. I showed him the DVD case and the page from the book to show him what we were actually talking about, and he took the book from my hands.

"“Give that back you idiot," I yell at him.

"“Evidence," is his only response. I start to worry that either way, there could soon be a warrant for me based on a bunch of trumped-up charges. I tell him a fake name, knowing that he probably won't believe it, because who voluntarily tells strangers their name? I take the book back from him, set it on a table, and grab him by the shoulders and start pushing him across the room. He only resists a little. All the time I am yelling at him,

"“You have absolutely no right to be taking other people's personal belongings! I don't want to hear anything you have to say about consequences or regulations!"” I push him through a doorway into another room, "Do you understand me?"” I slam the door as he responds,
"“Yes." Conveniently, there is a lock on my side of the door, which I immediately slide into position. The girl is no longer there, but I figure I should leave because I did see other people watching through that doorway. Suddenly only the back corner of the room was there, the rest was blending in with the outdoors. [Soon after, the dream sequence comes to an end.]

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I think the big theme in that sequence is persecution. Again, this is probably tied in or connected to the Landmark Six incident.

Falling, Running

I managed to jot down two dreams from last night, one seems to be about falling (not me) and the other is about me running away, but it is "me with a twist" as I seem to assume the role of another... someone I don't know who.
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Dream 1:
I am in the back yard at the house I grew up in [that's the only house that is "home" in any of my dreams] and there is a friend of mine [we'll call him Chris] on the roof of my house. The yard around the house has always had a slope around it, and the roof facing the back yard has always been highest off the ground. What Chris was doing on my roof, or how he got up there, I have no idea. Anyway, someone on the ground yells at him for being up there without first building a "false roof" [whatever that means] to catch him in case he were to fall. Immediately, as if on cue, Chris looses his footing and begins to slide down the angle of the roof. Chris catches himself and then carefully comes down to the ground.

Although we are both adults, Chris joins me on top of the jungle gym in the back yard. [The night before, I was at a playground with a buddy of mine.] Almost out of nowhere, an occupational hazards agent is there trying to document every move that Chris makes. The man is almost directly underneath the jungle gym with a small video camera, which I take out of his hand, fiddling around with it, wondering if I should smash it on the ground or just keep it. I remove the mini-SD card out of the camera, pause, and then change my mind and returned the camera because it felt the right thing to do. [Last night I was also filming the night away with a small video camera.]
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My next dream sequence is rather strange, because shortly into it, I remember my dream was implying that I was suddenly looking through someone elses eyes, mostly as an oberver... it was really strange.
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Dream 2:
After moping about how much I wanted to go to England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales, I leave the room and enter another doorway and take on someone elses point of view. [Whoever it is, he is younger than I am, probably in his late teens.] He goes into a rather empty house and down the stairs into the basement where his father, dressed as if from the 60s is visciously throwing darts across the length of the basement to the dart board. In the back of the basement is an unfinished bathroom, into which the boy walks. He comes back out after looking at the PVC pipe coming up out of the cement floor and says,
"Not quite a functional toilet back there, eh?"
"What?" asks his father. The boy repeats himself. "Not unless you feel like squatting over a hole." For some reason, this was the boy's cue to run. He ran up the stairs to the first landing, where magically, according to the logic of dreams, the continuing stairs went down, to the main floor, not back down to the basement [go figure].

He nearly made it out of the house when he heard his father yelling from the basement,
"I think I forgot to beat you today!" and there was a thunderous echo of the man running up the stairs. The boy ran across the street into some sort of public building, which more or less resembled a mall. The boy ran, he cut corners, jumped over tables and railings and nearly jumped over a balcony railing, but the floor was too far down.

He was listening behind him for any ruckus in order to determine how close his father was chasing him... nothing... pretty quiet behind him. Then after a couple more seconds he heard someone yell as if they were pushed out of the way.
"That sounds unusual," the boy said [I am not sure, but that could have been my voice telling the boy what I was thinking, while still seeing everything through his eyes] and he ran down half a flight of stairs into a well-lit empty bar. Only the bartender was there who was standing in the way just around the corner from the bottom of the stairs. The bartender looked angry and was holding a twisted out coat hanger. Startled, the boy turned, and ran back up the stairs and ran right into his father, who was also holding a twisted out coat hanger. The boy had nowhere else to go. [I wake up.]
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I actually thought the boy was going to escape. Lots of times when I try to run, everything is in slow motion accept for whoever is chasing me. This time he was running real-time and almost had a certain weightlessness to him. I wonder if the fact that he had to backtrack is symbolic in some way, but I don't understand any of the context, especially because I did not recognize any of the characters. I don't think he represented my inner child or younger self, because I was never beaten or abused. I was also surprised that the dream was well-lit. Much of the time, everything looks like an underexposed photograph.

Running is a big theme

Okay, so I guess that being on the run in my dreams is a common theme. As with many people, I often have trouble even remembering what happens in my dreams, so I have started keeping a notebook by my bed with a pen jammed down the wire coil. Another way to try to remember dreams is to immediately say what happened in the dream as soon as you wake up. Hearing it helps you remember it beyond 5 seconds of waking up.

Last night in particular most if not all of my dreams involved running from something or someone. Most of them are too vague to go in-depth, but I managed to write down two of them. There is another dream that I will start out with that I had last week. It has been in the back of my mind ever since, and it is a dream that has really influenced me to start this journal.
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Dream 1:
After much violent chasing, running, and adrenaline, I end up in a very small rail yard, only 4 tracks wide, and does not have very many rail cars. I am being chased by a young woman in her mid twenties. She is trying to kill me, I think she is some sort of contract killer. She has a dart gun which I assume contains poison darts, which she fires at me and misses. I hear it whiz by and ricochet off of a rail car. I have no idea who she is, or who sent her [she resembles nobody I know from the waking world] but I grab her by the arm and push her against a large tree trunk. She sits down on something at the base of the tree and is suddenly naked from the stomach down. She doesn't seem bent on killing me for the moment and I find myself trying to pry her legs apart. Her arms are relaxed at her side; she's still holding the gun, but her legs are resisting as best she can but I am stronger. I try to push into her but she is squeezing as tight as possible, [Her semi-resistant reaction is very perplexing to me] and after about ten seconds I finally penetrate her defense. [Immediately after this I wake up out of shock for what I just did, what a shame... I mean shame on me!]
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I really don't know where to start on that one, all I can say is that I have never raped anyone in my life.
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Dream 2:
It's night time in the suburbs, and I am driving my car down a 4 lane road, two lanes going each direction through a residential neighborhood. I change lanes to pass a car, and change lanes again to pass another car in the passing lane. It's a cop. I passed him at 40 MPH in a 35. I don't worry about it too much but I slow down anyway and let him pass me again. The road tees-off up ahead at a lake. He turns right on the road and I decide to stop the car because I am getting nervous. I pull into a random driveway. I can see through the yard that he has turned right again and is driving down the next block. I get more worried that he is attempting to get around the block and follow me so I leave my car and head for the lake. I jump over the railing and hide against the bank slope and hope he doesn't think to look there. I hear him come about, get out of the squad car, and I look up and see him looking down at me. I am caught.
"I suppose this doesn't look so good," I say to him calmly.
"Yer damn right, it doesn't," he replies.
[Strange, his face is familiar; he is a rent-a-cop from my college, the one I never really liked. I've even run from him before!]
Anyway, by this time, the cop is absolutely sure that I was hiding out so that I could burglarize the house that I parked in front of. [This sounds familiar too. It reminds me of the time I was accused of attempted burglary of an ethanol plant by the Saint Paul Police Department. If you want more info, ask me about the "Landmark Six" incident. It seems to be relevant to most of my dreams since that day.] He doesn't even let me explain myself. [Luckily my dream warps out of context and the sequence ends.]
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I will have to tell you about the Landmark Six incident soon too. It is probably the main reason that I have been having nightmares, or have been running in most of my dreams in the last 3 years.
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Dream 3: (direct transcription from notes)
[I can't really remember this dream, it is very vague and I think it might be a melding of the rest of the dreams I had last night. I did manage to write down a squiggly sentence fragment in the dark that makes it sound like it might have been an interesting dream.]
"dream about organized crime looking for perfect dream to hide in" [That is all I had written down for that dream sequence. It might make a good film thesis]
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So, that is all I have for you tonight!

Intro to my Dream Journal

Greetings Reader,

Just on a whim I decided to start a dream journal blog.
This is my introduction letter, and is not an actual dream journal entry.
For entries that have dreams,
there will be a phrase or sentence showing where the dream description begins and ends.
Some of these, depending on how I feel, might have attempted explanations before and/or after the recollection.

One thing to note, is that I will do my best not to describe every detail to vividly... maybe.
Anyway, comments are welcome. Thanks for reading!