Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/27/2016
By kakashi
So the beginning of this dream took place in these beach suburbs. I was living in a community that was right between the ocean and a very steep mountain range, and it was very woodsy. The zombie virus had just begun spreading, and everyone was panicking. I was alone, and had this tiny white convertible that I was packing up. Some kind of old model, like a spyder. I'm sitting in a traffic jam of a huge line of cars and people and everyone is silent. We are listening to the woods which are also silent. No birds, no bugs, nothing is moving or making sound. We hear a branch break and a single rustle of leaves, and that's our signal that a hoard is coming. In my dream, I have a vision of a safe haven that I have to get to, and my intuition knows how to get me there. As soon as everyone starts panicking, I throw my car in reverse and take off downs sandy road that takes me to the beach. All I really have packed are a bunch of different weapons, water and power bars. This road takes me across the beach and borders the edge of the mountains, so it's a little dangerous. But I'm on this road for days. Along the way I save this white husky who was chained to a stake in his front yard and about to be eaten by a zombie. So we're traveling together and I'm following the signs from my vision to get to this haven. Finally I come to this huge public library, and I know this is wear it is. The people of this place have been expecting me, and they take me through all these corridors into a secret room behind a book shelf where we stay. There's about fifteen people staying here, Corey is one of them but I'm not sure if I'm first meeting him in my dream or if we have known each other for a long time. Everyone in this group of people are fighters, and they're all pretty much sleeping with each other. Ages range from 20-mid thirties, one or two have been in special forces, but everyone has a weapon specialty. Corey's are swords. Mine is either a sword or axe of bow, I can't quite remember. The library acts as a trading post/first aid post for travelers, but we can't let them know about our hideout because too many will want to stay. We spend the days basically giving out food and trading supplies, and going into the forest for food and setting traps to kill as many zombies as possible. At night we all just party and get drunk, everyone sleeps with everyone and Corey and I always end up sleeping together. I think our daughter was there but I can't remember if she was actually our daughter in the dream. She was an acrobat and used chains as a weapon. The end of the dream had us fending off people from our hideout and having to divert them away.