Zombies in my dreams …
November 25th, 2008 by Price
What a nice thing to wake up to on a rainy Tuesday morning.
So I’ll try to make this as concise as possible, without leaving out any extremely important details. I wish I would have committed this to paper this morning shortly after waking, but like most good dreams, the enormity and potential meaning does not necessarily reveal itself until later on.
I have had lots of fucked-up dreams. Too many to count. However, one dream I have never incurred is one of zombie apocalypse. I have never been so privileged to enjoy the fantasy of running around in a world devoid of human life, dodging zombies whose grasp I just barely avoid, living to see another dream moment. The only thing is, this was no normal zombie apocalypse.
I’ve also been reading the Fables comic book recently (which is not horror, but is still a damn good read), so other fictional characters had to be on the brain. This zombie apocalypse was actually catalyzed by several talking animal characters, turning my dream into a Dawn of the Dead meets the Jungle Book.
The exact place the dream occurred doesn’t really matter, and there were no defining flora/terrain/climate to help the setting. The important part was that my dream started in a hotel that was part 5 star bed and breakfast, and part zoo. Some floors were animals-only, some were for the families. Some animals were caged (panther, gorillas, tiger), but other roamed free. Like the talking giraffe. And the talking hyenas. You know, the more responsible creatures.
I do not know where these animals came from, why some of them were imprisoned, and why some of them could talk. They were just there.
I sauntered around the hotel just admiring the normality of it all. The next thing I knew, the revolution had begun. Animals were suddenly lose, and apparently were taking all frustrations and old pains out on current hotel residents by brutally murdering them. Like any sane person would, I ran as fast as I could outside.
To note is that from inside the hotel, the atmosphere and weather situation outside had taken a dire and sullen turn, reflecting the situation in the hotel. Dark skies, clouds, thunder and lightning etc. When I stumbled outside however, this was replaced with sunshine and beautiful puffy clouds, the kind that the Charmin kid sits on.
Oh yeah. There was a carnival going on as well. The kind with balloons, clowns, ice cream, pony rides, and games you get cheated on. Except it was being overran by zombies.
The animals were suddenly not a problem I needed to be concerned about. It was the newly-dead flesh eaters who were now a problem.
Some animals followed me out from the hotel. They were quickly devoured, and that part of the dream was history.
The weird part was, most people didn’t seem to notice the zombies attacking. A little girl was enjoying one of those big sunflower-sized lollipops, smiling away, as a mailman-now-zombie bent over to gently bite the top of her head off.
Notes on the zombies:
* The zombies didn’t turn humans into the undead. They just ate them.
* Slow walkers.
* Very fucked-up looking. Ripped flesh, dragging entrails, broken bones, etc. Most likely inspired by the decayed zombie motif in several of those horror comics I reviewed earlier.
* If you stood still they couldn’t detect you. Is this fucking Jurassic Park?
Anyways, the rest of the dream was me running around with a hoe, smashing zombie faces as I pranced around. I can vaguely remember trying to get to some destination, a safe haven perhaps, but I do not think I ever got there. I just killed shitloads of zombies for several dream hours.
I’d like to think I was smiling through the whole thing. Whether or not that’s good or bad, I don’t want to think about it. The answer will surely come to me in another dream.
Tags: dreams, price is insane, the jungle book, zombie apocalypse