Dream 14: Re-occurance

Date: 1/13/2020

I've had this dream many times before in the past. It's not exactly the same everytime, things change here and there, small details like character gender, big or small housing, rich neighborhoods, different threats, etc. I awaken from my room. It is daytime outside. It was weird because in the area where the house would be, was just a single room, my room which didn't even have the fourth wall to close it in, just an opening that led to the backyard. As I exit the area and enter the backyard, I can feel something ominous lurking close by, stalking me and waiting for the opportunity to close in. I leap accross the neighboring wooden fences and wait behind one of them, peaking through the small spaces of the fences for what was chasing me. A horde of slow-walking zombies knocks down the fences and make their way towards me. I don't know why, but no matter where I hid, it seems the threat will always know my location at all times. There was a long flagpole in the yard I was in and I climbed to the top before any of them could spot me, hoping they'll just continue to walk and past me. But as soon as they reached the pole, they immediate spot me by looking my direction. I jumped off the pole and head towards the houses accross the streets. It is dark outside at this point. And also at that moment, I knew that I was a little boy, possibly around the age of 10 to 12 years old. If I had to put a description of myself, I'd say I look like the fat boy in Family Guy's Fast Animal Slow Children T.V. show. I spot a building with lots of floors and sneak into the building to hide from the zombies. I find myself a cozy little hidy hole and squeeze in between. I had a short little thought at this moment about something, but then I heard a knock on the door. Not from the front door, but from the doorway that leads into my room. It was an older woman's voice, not a grandma's voice, but the voice of an experiened mother. She was able to coax me out of my hidy hole and come to her. And she looked exactly what she sounds like: moderately fit, slight greying in the front of her hair, wearing beautiful make-up, and in some sort of medivial skinny dress. We chatted for a bit, then I became worried about her well-being. I remembered, the zombies are coming, and they're going to hurt her. I don't exactly remember if the next part was a continuation or not, but I'll still include it here. I am in the house again. The zombies are coming. I don't remember when, but this time, I remember seeing myself and I am now a little girl, maybe around 7-9 years old. The front door was open along with the front side windows next to it. I rushed over and shut the windows immediately, and was about to close the doo when I hear someone telling me not to close the door yet. They were running over to my direction and was fighting the undead. I saw someone come in, but I didn't notice any details yet on who they were, or what they looked like. I shut the door and turned around to inspect the new tenants. Arnold Schwarzeneggar!!!!! (or however in hell you spell it). Specifically Cyberdine Systems Model 101, with the black leather jacket, shotgun, shades and everything. The zombies come bursting in through the door, this time, sprinting. He starts blasting away and instructs me to go up the stairs and hide. I reach the end of this walkway and Arnold is doing his best to hold them off, but there are too many of them, some of them rushes to me and right before the zombies tackle me to the ground, my vision blurrs and a game over screen pops up. Alot more stuff happens, but I don't recall them.