Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/10/2016
By Helenvetica
I don't remember the whole dream in detail, but I remember pieces. The majority of the dream, as far as I remember, took place in a hospital. It was a classic setup: one person comes in with the virus, nobody knows what or how serious it is, and soon enough it's spread like wildfire to patients and staff alike. I remember a scene with one person, a patient I think, biting a nurse who approached and said that they shouldn't be walking around. That nurse then turned around and bit another nurse that was coming through the door. It was like something out of a movie, with all of the blood spatter, changing camera shots and everything. The scene that I remember in the most detail though, was what went down in the children's ward. The scene followed a doctor, played by Whoopi Goldberg for some reason, coming into a room to check up on a boy laying in a bed, and his family. His sister was sitting on his mother's lap, and they were reading Highlights. Obviously, chaos hadn't quite reached them yet. She calmly asked them how they're doing, when a gargling hiss and crash is heard outside. She goes back out briefly to investigate. A nurse or other doctor comes in for a moment, scared, her scrubs flecked with blood, then leaves. I'm in the view of the mother at this point. Dr. Goldberg came back in calmly and sat down, and I push in the lock on the doorknob. She said something like "Good idea," or "Thank you mommy." "What for?" I thought or said as I turned around. "For locking the door." No, SHE didn't attack. An infected little girl started waling on the door as if on queue. As I braced against it, she cracked it and eventually punched holes through it. She put her face through one of the large holes and hissed, trying to grab me. I hit her in the face with a nearby clipboard, and she stumbled back. She held her face and cried for a moment, looked at me, hissed with her bloodstained teeth, and ran off down the now-wrecked hallway. I don't remember who's view I was in after that, but we knocked the screen out of the window and climbed out. Luckily the roof of another part of the building was within safe dropping distance. I wandered about on the roof alone for a while. I saw brick buildings, stray kids, confused patients, nurses, and doctors. A few out of the bunch looked infected. Then I found myself guiding some kids. For some reason, there was a twisted staircase made of faded red metal up on the roof, but I decided that that would be a safe place. For some reason, I didn't think the zombies would be able to see or smell us from there. We climbed the staircase, when I heard someone chuckling. Ignoring it, we continued to climb. When I heard it again, I asked who was there, and what was so funny. A bendy piece of metal suddenly came away from the staircase, taking me with it. It bent one way, and I caught sight of a man in a red suit and hat. He was wearing sunglasses and had a mustache. I don't quite remember what he said, but he was going on about government experiments as I swayed about in the air, caught on the bending, springy metal. I tried spitting on the ground as a last-ditch effort to keep approaching zombies from eating me. Strangely enough, it seemed to work. I woke up a few seconds after that. So, moral of the story is: If zombies try to eat you, spit on the ground?