Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/9/2021
By AJacobs
It was a fairly mostly nonchalant dream all things considered. It was scary, but also with parts of amusement. It all dealt with living after zombies roam everywhere. It took place over multiple events most at this sort of a ranch. Some buildings were spread out. Earlier there were less zombies in the main areas, maybe they got attracted partway or just more arrived. There was a whole building and area that people were mingling and eating happily at. This got disrupted when more zombies arrived and became more than a nuisance. People went scrambling everywhere. Out the back was like a patio and more people while the front was to a whole lot of people's cars parked and picnicking. Even after all that, there was one couple chilling in the back of their SUV with a neat little fire inside where they continued to relax. Later all of my family began arriving. It turned out a party was being thrown, for, me, maybe? Even family members that wouldn't normally see each other came. It made it uncomfortable but good. Lots of friends and people had helmets and chest body armor to be mostly protected from the slow and clumsy Walkers. I made a comment that we should get spears as longer ranged weapons but someone brushed it off as unnecessary, they mostly just had knives. This eventually got interrupted by lots of zombies too probably. At some point I remember going into a library. I think there were a bunch of other people, but outside wasn't safe. At the end I was arriving at the ranch house for... my own party? I was sitting in the rear passenger seat and came with my dad. I realized in horror that I forgot my armor, helmet, and gloves. Then a zombie opened up my door. I kicked briefly at it before it saw that I had like two swords and a knife between my feet. It had a slight amount of fat (wasn't skinny) and eyes that were yellow and... inhuman. Those eyes went wide in fright as it saw them, maybe it, he, even grumbled out of a word of "sword!" As it began to scramble back away from me. I picked up one of the swords and tried to thrust it into him but he grabbed it so I couldn't gouge out his chest or decapitate him. For a brief second it seemed like he was going to take the sword away from me. He then stumbled away. I was left in slight, amusement, thinking about how perhaps the zombies weren't all monster, they were people, people who had transformed to an extent and did many things differently, disrupted our lives, but also would grow frightened when threatened, he had recognized a deadly weapon and showed fear... I was basically talking to myself like a narrator as it became like a movie/show with the camera panning past groups of zombies outside by the barn and white picket fences...