Ok, ladies and gents. I had the craziest and vivid dream last night. As the title of this post suggest, the dream…the nightmare involved the cliche’ theme of Zombies propagating throughout the world using humans as a medium. The humans are infected by the Zombies via a bite or scratch. They also can be contaminated if human blood comes in contact with infected blood through a cut in their skin for example. Once any of the aforementioned occur, the humans gradually transforms into a zombie mentally and physiologically. Now that I explained the background info for those who are ignorant to ‘Zombie World Rules’, I’ll elaborate my dream.
Firstly, this nightmare is 4 episodes long (all in one night), and is consider the 2nd installation to another nightmare that I had years ago. Just to note, after each episode I wake up for some reason, think about it for less than a minute, then fall back asleep to finish the dream. In the first nightmare, a random young man (nameless) had to brave a world with zombies proliferating. He had survived the onslaught from these mindless beings while everyone around him … couldn’t. I will not go into depth about the first dream as result of failing to recall every event that occurred in the dream, however, by the end he was the last introduced character to survive. Now, skip several years later, it seems that the world had recovered from the proliferated infections and humans once again dominated. The main character this time is not the nameless young man from the first nightmare, rather it is I, Oyindamola Helen of Ego O_O!!!!!! The story begins…
I am on a a brand new, white charter bus filled with students from various, but unknown universities. The bus decides to get off the highway for some unclear reason. We begin to drive pass this building similar to the brick building at Tuskegee University. We may have been on a school’s grounds. A student on a bus notice that something seemed wrong with the random people outside of the bus. Those people begin to walk towards the charter bus’s door. Worried, the student ran to the door to open and inquire if those people were fine. The world became dark, gloomy, and morbid immediately after he opened the door, literally. The clouds were of a darkish gray color as if it were going to begin raining at any moment. The air became cold and ambiance was eerie and chilling. Immediately after he opened the door, the ‘people’ bum rushed the door and began attacking him and everyone on the bus. They were biting and ripping the students apart. I can not say that I was ‘afraid’, rather I was more alert than I ever was in my entire Life. I had to think quick to escape this crazy situation. I had long been stood up after the people began rushing the door, and now my eyes were focused on the tinted window I was standing next to. My next move I thought was to kick the window out and climb out, but I didn’t. I would have died if I did. As I looked passed the shaded window, I realize more of those people were on that side of the bus. Think Before You Act. Analyse. Analyse. Analyse. Those were the thoughts and guidelines that ran through my head as a reminder that it is the only way to escape this situation. Since the window was not an option, and those people were getting closer to me on the bus, I turned around to see if there was any other option I could take. For some odd reason this charter bus had a back door similar to a school bus (I think we all know charter buses don’t have back doors). As I proceeded to try to get through the panicked crowd, I got a good look at one of the attacking people, and he was far from normal. His eyes were a faded gray color and seemed empty. It had no desire in them although he was sluggishly, but hastily moving towards me. Every section of his skin was deteriorated. He had a hole with saw-like ridges as if someone took a ‘nice’ bite out of his face. Within that hole was coagulated blood. That’s when I knew that we were facing something zombie-like. As I faced the back exit, students on the bus had already begun to open the back door and escape. But their escape to ‘freedom’ was met with opposition with more zombies, albeit in fewer numbers. So some students were attacked, some weren’t. I jumped out only when I knew the few zombies were distracted by their food… survival of the fittest. That ended that first episode of the night in the 2nd installation, and I woke up after it.
At first, I did not understand why I continously woke up after each episode, but I think I understand now. I believe that my body, and maybe my subconscious as well, coerced my conscious to awake from its slumber. Each time I awoke, I began thinking briefly about what I was dreaming, like an overview or summary. It is similar to a mental note to keep track of what was occurring because there was an abundance of content and data that I might not be able to recall most of it if I had just woken up once after the dream finished completely, especially since my memory retention rate is far below par. Additionally, I believe my awakenings were the result of my body reacting to dream. I must admit the dream was a nightmare, and nightmares are not so pleasant. Every time I woke up, my body was tense and I felt as if I could feel my blood coursing through my veins. I had periods of adrenaline rush because in my dream, I believed there was a chance that the zombies could catch me and that point, I’ll become one of them… I would ‘die’ in a sense. I believe readers could understand the feeling I am referring to when your Life is seemingly hanging by a thread. I digressed long enough, and now it’s time for the next episode, in which I had to fall asleep again. Note, the intermissions lasted about a minute or so.
2nd Episode … to be continued. (I actually do have a life that I need to attend to =/ )