Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/11/2016
By Fitful
This dream flows sequentially. I was hiding in a closet in a bedroom with a locked door. I had a friend or two with me. We had witnessed the accidental biting of the others outside of the room who were trying to get in. They had been bitten and turned into these creatures, like vampires or zombies, suddenly they were eager to bite, served a higher cause a master trying to resurrect this big bad guy. They need to kill us specifically me. We had found, me and my friends, including those outside the room now infected, a mass grave of people killed by this epic bad guy. He was the origin of the curse and the origin of the infection and he had killed thousands before he was stopped and put in the ground right alongside all his victims. We had unearthed this and someone had gotten bitten. My friends, most of them, probably colleagues, all got turned to his side, and teamed up with the last survivers of that great battle. That great battle had happened thousands of years ago, so the survivers were quite old, strong, and cunning. It was inevitable they would break down the door. It was said if you loved the person who had been infected it was over for you the only thing you could do was distance yourself emotionally. I was in the closet, hiding on the top shelf, with that in mind when I didn't care, and I put a recording of me saying I love you in a picture frame and hung it there. My friends caught on and they did the same, we needed to love our friends, despite the fact they were now infected. Love makes you stronger, it doesn't matter the old rumor. We ended up making a chorus in little recordings hung there on that wall. When they got through the room everything went black. Bit I have a feeling we got out through this power of love. A teleport maybe? Later we are gearing up for the fight of our lives, maybe even the fate of humanity. They are coming for me, this army of infected, I think vampires are suitable to call them except they bite and don't feed, just infect to their cause. And kill. A single one can kill thousands. They want to wake up this original guy. I am the key to that, something about my blood. We are fighting, hundreds come, if you are scratched once you risk infection, they use every type of weapon, from teeth to knife to machine gun to flying hover machine with spinning blades. Yeah resourceful. My friends and I are a ragtag bunch, and trying desperately to win, but the army numbers thousands, and the really tough ones are yet to show. The only way is for me to basically infect the original guy myself, apparently my blood could do this, if they got a hold of me he would infect me. Its complicated but what happens next is interesting. We're in the middle of our first day fighting, I am picking up the rhythm, I hadn't killed anybody until that day, Buddhist, and didn't think I was capable. I learned quickly but not that quickly. I learned that throwing my knives worked well but then I had to retreve them, I threw one, and the way was clear to go and get it, when something happened and two realities spun off, I got sent back to the past, and the present lost me. They did a lot of tests, trying to solve what happened. They had machines that checked for codes in the entire library, did I mention this all went down in a library, a big library the size of a small school, with books floor to ceiling, shelved books, in every room. Anyway they checked for codes and batteries to power things and everything until they decided I was dead and had a funeral. My stuff was moved out of my room. The next day I was close to coming back, I had spent a few months in the past with this guy, a special guy, magically important, and also important to me, I spent those months training to fight actually, but really I had just taken advantage of being in the past to learn quickly how to kill vampire zombies. I came out of the time trip at first Invisible and slowly becoming tangible, the guy I had spent time in the past with was around now helping, present him actually, proabably waiting for me. Hundred of years had passed for him since he saw me. I called him baby while calling for him, when I came back all I could think about was finding him, and a friend nearby who was in love with me heard me before anyone else did, and saw me. I ran up to him, not corporeal yet and held out my arms, stretched them out beside me as if expecting a hug, grinning. He sorta yelled at me instead. He was upset I had fallen for someone else, when just yesterday he thought he could be with me. He was so angry he confronted me when I was still this ghost thing materializing. I said I was sorry but suddenly we both fainted when I became fully corporeal in this reality. This final part of the dream, the going back in time, the other guy from the past, me coming back calling him baby, the second guy in love with me, well I had had that dream before, exactly done that way. I often have deja vu in dreams. Anyway the characters looks were different but everything was exactly the same.