Crawling Zombies

So I keep having these zombie dreams. I don't know what's wrong with me (not that I'm complaining-I love zombies), but it's pretty interesting when I wake up in the morning and realize my mind somehow managed to incorporate my favorite monsters into my dreams, or shall I say nightmares?

This was a strange dream too. I woke up in the morning for school. I must've been 13 or 14 years old. I was in the kitchen, looking for something to eat, and I ended up hitting my leg pretty bad on the counter. My skin tore, but no blood came from the wound. I then peeked into the main bathroom and saw the bedroom door closed, which made me realize my step dad was still home. He had yet to go to work, and I wasn't really sure why. After that, I was in the kitchen again, looking at these notes my mom left my step dad for his lunch for work (even though he was still home). I ended up dropping a glass on the floor, it shattered, and I fell on top and cut my leg a second time. This time, my skin tore completely off, leaving a gaping hole that exposed bone, yet I did not bleed. My mom was awake at that point and poured vodka on it to clean it. I was trying my best to avoid her because she was an alcoholic in real life, though she seemed sober in my dream, and I just didn't want to be around her, but she insisted on cleaning the wound, and then she left for work.

The next thing I knew, my neighbor and good friend was walking over with her school books in hand. She was wearing a green polo shirt like the shirts I have to wear for my job in real life, which I thought was odd, but she was always into that drab, boring kind of clothing. She came to the door, but right before I opened it, I looked back into the house and saw a very skinny, skeleton zombie crawling across the floor. I had no idea how the zombie got in the house, and I briefly wondered about it, but I didn't really care. It was coming right for me, yet I wasn't scared of it. I looked back once more, noticing the little fuzz on its head, the green tint to its skin, and how skinny it seemed, like it had been a zombie way too long. Even after taking in the horrible sight, I still wasn't bothered by it, so I opened the door and talked to my friend for a minute, telling her that I wasn't going to school. I don't think I gave her a reason as to why, but before my mom left for work, she left a note on the counter for my step dad saying something along the lines of, "our super girl is feeling much better today, but she's staying home from school." (I really don't know what that was about.) My friend left. I watched her walked around the horse pasture, back down her driveway, and stop by the road to wait for the bus.

I'd almost forgotten about the zombie crawling across my kitchen floor and down the hallway, and when I turned around, the thing was right behind me, trying to get out of the door. I opened the door wide and watched it crawl by, and when it was half way out, I started to nudge it in the side and legs to get it outside. It didn't try to bite me or eat me, but I did have a moment of panic when I kicked its foot out and its toenail scraped against my skin. I thought for sure I was going to turn zombie, but I didn't, and I watched the zombie crawl away. After that, I realized I had to go outside and take care of my mare in the barn. I stepped onto the deck and looked to the barn, but I couldn't leave. The barn was fine, but the field behind the barn had five or six crawling zombies, and they were all trying to get into my boyfriend's house next door. On the opposite side of the barn, I saw at least two more zombies, and I figured my mare could wait to be fed a later time. I surely wasn't going to go outside and open the barn door so she could get eaten up by zombies or me bitten by one.

That was pretty much where the dream ended, and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I thought to myself, "How could you neglect your mare and her morning meal like that?" Zombies were crawling in and out of my house, and all I cared about was my horse. Typical me. :)

And as for the aspect of hitting my leg and not bleeding, I figured it had something to do with everyone eventually turning zombie. Maybe after time, after constantly stubbing toes on furniture, bumping hips on counter corners, smashing fingers in doors, the human body would just wear out and die rather than heal itself, and in death, that body would turn zombie and "live" again.

Another Zombie Dream.

I have been waiting and waiting for another zombie dream to hit. I don't know if it's because I am obsessed with zombies (I have seen Dawn of the Dead more times than I can count on both hands and feet), but whatever the case... zombie dreams are the most common dreams I have. This one last night was quite weird. First my friend and I were outside, trying to get to where we were headed. We didn't really see any zombies, and we stopped at this old gas station/food joint, hoping to get some coffee. Even that place was a bit strange because it was really outdated. The candy machines would spit quarters back at you, and you had to leave them at the top of the machine so others could use them to get the candy. My friend kept trying to steal the quarters because we were scraping for cash as it was, and the people eating food around us kept looking at us weird, like we were outsiders, and they didn't like outsiders. It was like some old horror film where the town is in on some big plot to kill any newcomers. I'd wanted to get some coffee, but the place didn't have the kind of machine I was looking for, so we ended up leaving, walking since we didn't have money for a car or cab. We walked along the road for a while, then ended up going into a field. Somewhere along the way I pulled out a disposable camera and started snapping photos of the sky because it was really beautiful. Pinks. Oranges. And half of the sky was normal. The clouds were all shaped weird and even seemed to move more than normal clouds do. It was the best sunset I have a seen in a long time (that includes in person). After that, my friend and I somehow ended up at a farm with people we knew. We'd seen zombies along the way, mostly walking in fields with their arms outstretched. Most of these zombies were fresh too, chasing us like humans rather than slow walking with death moans. We didn't make sure the house was boarded up or barricaded in any manner. I don't know why that was. We all ended up sleeping in the living room, with the blinds still open, and I didn't like that idea at all. I looked outside and saw a little boy zombie with a blue raincoat on. He was trying to get up on some ledge to another house, which was weird, but it frightened me, so I convinced my friend to stay in this really tiny room with me. It was like a closet but had two windows, and we did have the shades closed for some time, but then I saw a zombie shadow pass by. I woke my friend up to tell her zombies were by the house, and she wasn't thinking straight because she pulled the shade wide open and looked outside. I told her to close it, but she didn't listen, and then suddenly there were three children zombies trying to get in. They looked as normal as could be, smiling and grinning as if nothing was the matter, but somehow I knew they were zombies. I don't know when my friend opened the window, but it was open, and one of the girl zombies managed to pull it up. They got in, we rushed back into the living room, and everyone scattered. The next part was weird. My friend and I headed for the basement because we ended up being chased by none other than the boys from shameless, Ian and Lip. I didn't see Ian, but I knew it was him. I did see Lip, and his eyes were blood red. I have no idea why they would be zombies, but Ian took off after her and lip took off after me. I went to the dirtiest part of the basement with him on my heels. We ran around the basement, I headed up a staircase and went down another. He grabbed a weird weapon and started chasing me with it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I finally dropped to the floor and attempted to cover myself with an old blue tarp. He saw me cover myself, and I thought for sure I was going to get eaten by a zombie, but instead he started talking and groping my pockets. He pulled out these weird cards that had pictures and names and weird school things, and he started spreading them on the floor. I was still shaking, still thinking any moment he was going to eat me, but then it ended, and I woke up thinking "What kind of zombie dream was that?"