*Please keep in mind that this is a dream, so not everything may make sense. And I'd also like to say I don't add on details to my dreams to make them more interesting. This is what I saw and how I remember. What I don't remember, I skip over =)*
The dream began very foggy, I don't really remember it to well. What I do remember, was I was an actress in a low-budget zombie flick. I'm actually pretty sure I was an extra to get specific. All I really recall in about the movie is we were trying to get from California to Vermont. After filming was came to a close, a reporter came to interview all of the actors. I know that I went and sat next to the reporter, and he started to ask me questions about the movie. But his voice and mine went mute. I could see that he was talking, and I could feel myself responding, but I couldn't hear what was being said.
As I left the set, I noticed that there was nobody around. Absentmindedly, I walked to my car and started to drive home I'm guessing. The whole way through town (which I didn't recognize the town either. It wasn't the one that I live in currently.) there were no people on the streets. It was completely barren. The sun was setting, and the street lamps were beginning to go on. Suspecting something fishy, I pulled into my driveway and decided to park my car inside my garage. 'I rarely do this,' I thought in my dream, but for some reason I believed I had to.
I pulled in and turned off the ignition, closing the garage door behind me. I got out of my car and that's when I heard a huge "Thud!" against the concrete outside my home. I ran into the house and locked the door behind me. I sprinted into my dining room where I threw back the thick maroon curtains and felt my jaw drop as I witnessed the chaos that was unfolding before me.
Only minutes before I had been riddled with paranoia from the lack of people on the streets, but now the asphalt was covered with them. Although there was definitely two types of peoples out there, it didn't really hit me at first what Group B was.
I could tell that Group A was definitely running and/or trying to hide from Group B, but it was hard to tell since they were all interwoven amongst each other. In my mind, I was trying to decide what they were exactly. Group A was obviously normal like me, seeing as they were screaming unnecessarily and tripping over themselves over and over again.
But what was Group B? Super humans? I watched them closely. They were fast, and abnormally strong. Even a woman from Group B could send a grown man flying across a front lawn. I could also see that they were talking to each other, point in various directions, then following suit to instructions given to them by whoever appeared to be stronger within the various "gangs."
One looked towards my window, and I dropped to the ground simultaneously. I knew they had seen me, gawking with the "deer-in-the-headlights" sorta look. But still in the back of my mind I reassured myself.
Nope, within seconds I could hear two outside my window.
"Should we break it?" one of them asked.
The other replied "No, we need to sneak in and take her by surprise. You know the brains are ruined when adrenaline courses through their bodies."
There language came out muffled and drawn out, like they had trouble putting the words together into sentences, and furthermore pronouncing those words...like their own brains had a hard time comprehending things.
I waited until their heavy footsteps faded away, then jumped to my feet. I grabbed my car keys off the dining room table, then thought better of it. I doubted my little car would be able to make it through the horde of whatever it was that was waiting outside for adrenaline-free brains.That's when it hit me.
They were zombies! But not the slow stupid ones someone would see in a corny movie. Or even the fast stupid ones shown in corny movies. These were SMART, fast, strong, hardly recognizable zombies. And two were planning on "sneaking up" on me.
Panicking, I shoved my cars keys into my pocket for later, and looked around the room quickly. Straight ahead of me was the living room, and off to the left was what looked like a bedroom.
(Now, what's ironic is in real-life, I'm a naturally paranoid person. Always afraid of someone perhaps breaking in and attacking me, or something else that's equally irrational. I guess dream-brit and real-brit are awfully alike.)
I ran into my bedroom and flew under the bed, where I grabbed an axe that was wedged underneath the carpet. Quietly saying "I told you so!" to all the people who use to tease me about such things, I ran back into the living room. There was a fire place to one side, and i crawled inside of it. Looking back on dream-brit now, I would've called her extremely stupid. that isn't the best hiding place. Seeing as there's, I don't know, nothing to block their line of sight!
But there I was, crouched in the fire place, waiting for abnormal zombies to come and capture me. I heard their groaning first, groans of hunger and lust. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my breathing, praying to whatever god that they didn't have super hearing along with everything else. Then I did the stupidest thing imaginable. I closed my eyes.
There, in the worst hiding place possible, besides maybe the top of the dining room table or sitting on the couch watching tv, I closed my eyes and covered my mouth. So that I couldn't see if anything was right in front of me or not.
But my instincts kicked in I suppose, because right when the first one was in front of me, I instantly swung the axe out, catching the zombie right under the knees. I opened my eyes to see him fall to the ground, cursing at his unlucky predicament. I swung the axe downward into his skull, closing my eyes and mouth tightly. I had seen enough zombie movies to know not to get zombie fluids in ANY body orifice. Haha.
I saw the other zombie in my bedroom. He had heard the commotion and was coming out towards us. His dead comrade laid on the floor, and the zombie looked at me. My heart was pounding and blood was rushing to my face. The brain drenched axe was clenched between both my hands and my mind was racing. In that moment I decided I'd rather take my chances with the horde outside, instead of go up against this pissed off revenge seeking zombie in my house.
There was no way in getting past this zombie though. My axe would be useless against him. In a last effort to save my own life, I dropped down as if to kneel to him, but instead immersed my hands into the brains and guts of his undead dead friend. That's when I started rubbing him all over my face.
I moved from my face to my arms, then up to around my neck, choking myself in the stench and immorality of it all. I rubbed it down the front of my shirt and up and down my thighs, brushed it through my hair as if it was any normal day. Either out of confusion or disgust, the other zombie broke my front window and jumped out. In my mind I couldn't believe that it had worked, but instead of sitting their in disbelief, I rushed to the garage and got into my car. Locked the doors and then pressed the button for the garage to open. Zombies surrounded my car, trying to open the doors and break the front windshield....(this is where the dream gets very foggy)....
In the next part of my dream I was in a Dennys. The tables and chairs along side the walls. The windows were boarded up with the material which makes the bar and the cupboards. I looked around to see what was going on, and I realized I wasn't alone. Sleeping under one of the tables was a woman that had also been in the same zombie movie as me. I sat there for what seemed like days, drifting in and out of consciousness, and starving. She finally woke up and came over to where I sat.
"Today, we have to eat. I know you don't like doing this, but we have to do what we have to do to survive."
I merely nodded, not knowing what I was agreeing too.
She took down one of the boards from the door and peeked outside.
"There's a shit load of zombies out there, but I see one survivor. She's hiding in your car, I don't know why they always do that."
She began to scream out the window, begging the woman to make a wild dash to safety, and she did. The survivor climbed through the window and my stomach growled. And all I could think about was how hungry I was...how very hungry I was.
The other actress boarded the window back up, and introduced herself to the woman. The woman said she had become separated from her husband and children some weeks back, and just needed a place to lay her head for a few days to rest. She was low on strength and hope. My mouth started to water. Her name was Annie.
I tackled Annie to the floor, my fellow actress walking slowly to look down upon us.
"Today, we thank the Lord for this meal. All will be forgiven for he knows we do this to live on."
With my friend done with her little prayer, I took a switchblade out of my pocket and slit the woman's neck, leaning down to lap up some of the blood as it came gushing out.
We cut her up into pieces, some larger then others, then we threw diced up meat into a pot of water and began to boil her up. We poured Annie Soup into a bowl and sat on the floor. We took turns drinking from it, enjoying every morsel. And I could've sworn we were the best of friends, gossiping about bullshit and drinking hot chocolate while the world went on outside.
The dream went hazy again..but I know we lived months, maybe even years in that Dennys, luring innocent survivors into our cannibalistic lair. I do remember thinking that we were worse then the zombies though....
For some reason we decided to leave Dennys, I can't remember if we decided to part ways or if we were forcibly separated, but suddenly I was with a big group of about ten people. We were walking up a hill, along a gravel path, in the middle of a forest. There was a huge blue house in the distance. It was at least six feet off the ground, with a huge wrap around porch and huge windows. And none of them had glass panes in them, just screens. As we approached the house, we looked to the right and a ways down, there was a street with houses and businesses along it. It was basically a town in the woods.
My friends walked up the steps and into the house, but for some reason I inched forward. A part of me felt uneasy about this house, although I was well aware it was more dangerous to stay outside...and that's when I heard the screams.
I looked through the screens and saw a couple of my friends being tied down to pillars that were inside the house. There were three people surrounding them, holding buther knives and acid in their hands....
Slowly, they began torturing my friends, a wild look in their eyes. They laughed when they'd cry out in pain. They started to beg for their lives, then slowly they pleaded for death. I was horrified. In the midst of zombies and cannibalism, there were now people surfacing that got off on torturing the few non-zombies left in the world. I asked myself if this was a one-time occurrence, of if I'd see this again.
I ran down the steps and dove into the bushes. Suddenly, I tried to stay very quiet. (Keep in mind this is a dream lol) I remembered that there were werewolves in the woods surrounding this little town, so I tried to be silent. My hands started to shake out of fear of what would get me first: the psychopaths, the zombies, or the werewolves. That's when my foot slipped from under me...a rock scuttled along the ground. A howling echoed through the tiny town. More howling followed, ricocheting among the houses and street lights, between the streets and into and out of my nerves. I screamed for the first time in my nightmare and went back up the stairs. I ran past my barely-alive mutilated friends and into a bedroom.
I was amazed to see the rest of my friends just laying on the bed trying to rest! I merely stood there waiting for what was to come, not know whether I should get out of the house or remain. All of a sudden, zombies came through the door, my friends on the bed freaked out but they were at a point of weakness, caught between slumber and shock.
Not me. I kicked out a screen with one shove of my foot and jumped the six feet to the hard dirt ground. Instead of breaking my ankle or something, which is what would logically happen, I landed on my feet like a cat, then proceeded to run up a huge hill. When I got to the top, I saw a truck resembling the one I have in "real-life." Except it had a backseat. The streets and sidewalks were lined with regular people. They were all trying to hitchhike out of this middle-of-the-woods town.
The man who was driving the lucinda (my truck)-look-alike was also recognizable. It was the redneck guy who had directed the zombie movie. He was holding the hand of a young girl, perhaps 16, and was telling her to get in the passenger seat. I got into the back seat, and a mean slid in beside me. I'll furthermore refer to this man as "the husband." He was trying to convince his wife to take the remaining seat in the truck. She was lollygagging around with a bunch of kids.
They weren't zombies but they didn't really look right either. They look sorta blank, nothing behind their eyes. When the redneck director began to drive off, the wife hopped in with the husband and we were off.
We drove for days and nights....then more days and nights. The director said we were going to Vermont, and asked if I was okay with that. "Why wouldn't I be? Of course I am!"
In reality I wasn't, but I didn't want to be ditched on the side of the road.
We ended up at a hotel. It was in the shape of a semicircle, with all of the rooms in the open air. There was two stories and only one set of stairs, on the left side of structure coming out onto the street. A pool was in the middle of the semi-circle, illuminated by a spotlight. This was the only source of light in a pretty large radius.
We walked onto the premises and I looked back. Across the streets were rows and rows of fruit trees, and no buildings anywhere in sight on either side...I thought to myself, 'This could be a good thing, or a very bad thing.'
As the rest of the van's occupants went up the stairs, I decided to explore. I walked past the pool to a little lobby area, also in the open air. I came upon an old man shoving an old woman's body under the vending machine. He then proceeded to stuff a dead pug into the little opening slot of the vending machine. There was blood and trash bags everywhere. However, I didn't feel threatened by the man. Instead, I felt like I need to cover up his mistake some how so no one could find out. How odd...
Suddenly, my fellow actress from Dennys was behind me, asking if I wanted to eat with her. I wasn't hungry, but I agreed to keep her company. We sat down a little white table with stools. She ate strawberry icecream and flipped her auburn hair back and forth. I sat there and enjoyed the absurdity of this all. A pug and owner stuffed in a vending machine, a forest town riddled with werewolves, the undead walking the world, and here I was, sitting with a co-worker while she munched down on ice-cream.
She brought up the interviews we did after the movie was filmed. "The article said, if it had been a real life situation, you wouldn't have gone to Vermont."
I looked at her dumbly and said I really did want to go, that I never thought something like this would happen. Even though deep down I wanted to stay in California. Or anywhere but Vermont.
She simply looked at me and said "How do you expect us to ever trust you now," and walked away.
A few minutes later she returned with the redneck director. He had a long rope in his hands. He yelled that he had read the article of our interviews, and how he could never ever trust me again. He dragged me into the street, with the woman I thought was my friend tagging along like his little dog. The director bound my hands together so I couldn't fight back, and pulled me by the arms, leaving me to kick my legs along the way. He began to bring me up the stairs. The husband suddenly appeared and grabbed my legs to make the process of carrying me easier.
That's when "me" became two me's. Somehow, I separated from myself. But it wasn't an out of body experience. It was as if I had a double. Exactly as if there we're two brits on the same premisses. One was being taken up the stairs to be tortured, and the other was standing awe-struck at the bottom of the stairs.
Out of nowhere the pug-stuff came from around the corner. One of his legs was cut off and half his face was hanging from his skull. He began to go up the stairs in an attempt to help Brit 1. He had a long and heavy chain around his neck. When he reached the four of us, the husband turned around, grabbed the chain, and kicked him in the face. The old man fell down the stairs; his blood, guts, and face splattering on every step. The three of them proceeded to take Brit 1 upstairs somewhere. Then, an old woman and her dog walked down the steps. "My oh my, what is all this gunk on the stairs!?" I realized that it was the same lady and dog the old man had killed. But how could they be walking around? (I never had this question answered.)
I ran past the pool (this is Brit 2). I'm not really sure what I was doing, freaking out I'm guessing. I had just seen dead people walking and now there was two me's in the world. And this dead person wasn't a zombie, she was just very alive. Suddenly I heard the discombobulated voices of zombies. The virus had spread.
I made a mad dash towards the stairs. All the zombies were naked old people! I look back now and find this funny, but in the moment it was extremely creepy. To see old people moving that fast and being that strong, and being naked just made the whole scene appear extremely animalistic.
I looked in each room jiggling the door knob. All the curtains to everyone's rooms were opened, and they were completely oblivious to what was happening. I also noted that these were one bedroom studio apartments and not hotel rooms.
All of the rooms were open to the air, and then suddenly the hallway got very narrow and there were walls on both sides. The first door was where they were torturing Brit 1. I'm not sure how I knew this, since it was silent, but I knew I was in there. A little farther down on the left, there was a nook in the wall with a door that was slightly open. I ran in and shut it softly behind me. There were three girls in the room, two on the bed watching t.v. and one in a desk chair on speaker phone. They looked at me and I merely put my finger to my lips, as if to say don't make a sound. I locked the door behind me.
They didn't quiet down, but they didn't acknowledge that I was there either. I figured that was even better. If they had gotten too quiet, the people torturing me in the next room may have gotten suspicious.
The girl on the phone (they were young teenangers) said into the mic "Okay, now you have to guess what we are looking at!!"
Suddenly the voice on the other end spoke slowly and in broken words. Groaning slowly followed. Their friend was a zombie. I wasn't very worried, considering they were on the phone, the other girl was in another room.
The speaker phone girl said again into the mic "Helloooooo you have to guess! Quit being stupid!"
Out of the other end you hear "Iiiihhhh seeehhhh yoyuuhhhhh."
From the other side of the room, a creeeekkkk rattled through the room. The closet door inched open and a foot appeared to be coming out. The girl's friend was hiding in the closet.
Seeing it becoming a bloodfest in a hurry, I ran out the room and took a right, further into the narrow hallway. The only door that was unlocked was one glowing white. It had a bright light, and white sheets. White carpets, white walls, a white dress, a white bed....even a big bolt and chain lock on the floor. But I continued past it. For some reason I knew I couldn't go in that room, so I simply ignored it.
The hallway ended and turned into a small house. On the left was a room that was only covered in a blue curtain, no door.
Silently, I reminded myself that was my dead son's room. They would expect me to hide in there.
When I whipped around....I was back in the werewolf woods house. I saw Brit 1 standing by the window looking at her friends in confusion. I stood there as Brit 2, yelling at them to leave because zombies were about to come in. Right as I said that, they did.
Again, my friends looked dumfounded and caught off guard. I saw Brit 1 kick out the screen and leap out the window. One of the zombies turned to me and asked "You know what's worse then dying?"
I looked at him dumbly, not knowing how to respond.
"Dying over. And over. And over again."
That is when Brit 1 reached the ground below. I leaned out the window to see a group of zombies waiting for her at the bottom, as if they knew she'd be coming. Right before her feet collided with the ground, they caught her, so that she met the ground as a cat would....
And then, I woke up.
