Zombie Activists

Date: 1/4/2017

Last night I dreamt I was in a bizarre concrete world. Everyone kept calling it "LA" but it looked more like suburban England than California. I was hiding behind a large stone wall at night and all around me there were shouts and gunfire. Up in the sky I could see police helicopters and in the distance the sirens of riot vans and police cars. I was aware it was a "zombie apocalypse" but it was slightly different to usual. There were two types of zombies; aggressive, brain-eating rage machines who were mostly confined to a large garden space below the building I was in- and human-like, slow, arms out and moaning types. The latter were still salvageable as human beings apparently and I was in a zombie liberation group who were activists for zombie rights. I was walking to our meeting when I saw the rest of my group in an odd choke-hold battle with the calmer zombies. I I was about to join in when one of them turned into the rage-like zombies and started attacking back. At this point the group dispersed and began running away. I followed them but as I turned a corner onto a concrete bridge someone yelled: "hands where I can see you!" I turned to see a policewoman standing with a gun raised at me. She obviously had back-up as a red laser dot was working its way up my body. "I haven't done anything wrong." I said. She told me to turn around and expose the back of my neck to the sniper and I refused. I ran around her and came to a dead-end; a locked set of double doors with groans coming from the other side. The police woman caught up to me and dragged me into a building. "You're with the activist group?" She asked me, and began to interrogate me. I lied and said that my sister was with the group and I had been following them to make sure she was okay. So the policewoman and I teamed up. She gave me a pistol and together we opened the double doors and took out most of the zombies inside. "Good" and "bad" ones alike. It was a cool dream. I didn't manage to go lucid at all really, but the colours and sounds were very vivid. I can especially remember the moment when I was standing on the concrete bridge and she asked me to expose my neck, because I could see smoke in the distance and feel the thumping wind of a helicopter hovering above me.