Zombie dream, Nov 1st.
I do love, love, love halloween. But my halloween interests lean more towards ghosts and the demonic. I'm not really a fan of the zombie genre and haven't seen a zombie show for a while.
Another Zombie dream. Always with the zombies and always in childhood locations.
A zombie outbreak started at the house I grew up in. The house I grew up in was a 70s style split entry. You walk in and there are a set of stairs leading up and a set of stairs leading down. We had a large deck that spanned the whole width of the back of the home between the two levels. With two sliding glass doors one by the master bedroom, my parents bedroom.The other was in the dining room off of the kitchen.
It was just me and my 2kids. We were the only ones there.
I gathered canned food, water, weapons supplies. Because I suppose that is what anyone would do at the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.
Then the zombies showed up, they were in the back yard. A zombie tried breaking in through the back slider off of the dining room. Time to go! My kids and I went out the front and got into my ex's truck and drove off. (I Guess I must have stole it ha ha)
I'm going to assume all the supplies I was gathering in the beginning of my dream, at some point I put them into the truck before the zombies showed up. I'm just going to assume that.
I drove to my grandma B's house, about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. I grew up in washington state. So lots of driving past tall pines and windy roads.
I have no idea why I drove to her house. I was never really all that close to my GrandmaB. She wasn't that nice while my brothers and I were growing up. Again this is a childhood location, I haven't been there in about 5years.
So we go into the house and I barricade all the doors and windows. Again, my 2 kids and I are the only ones here. Shortly after A smaller zombie, a kid I think got in. He was about 13, more of a preteens than a kid. A scrawny gangly kid with longer dark black hair. He came up from the basement stairs to the main level.
(My grandmaB's house has no windows down in her basement but my grandma K's does.)
I caught the little zombie kid. I stabbed him with a large serrated kitchen knife a few times in different places. Then I grabbed him by the hair, pulling it hard. This kid is a zombie to me, not a child. I am not gentle. I've pinned his arms down and I'm sitting on his chest with all my weight. I have his hair pulled up tight in my fist, yanking his head. Stretching his neck.
Then I started sawing at his neck. Sawing through cords, tissue, veins, ligaments.It was very gruesome and morbid. There was just Too much detail. Seeing the knife cut through the skin, strands of muscle, tissue, and veins. watching them snap and break. The head was still fully animated and watching me in anger through all of this. His eyes were furious.
I threw the head in the fire place. (GrandmaB doesn't have a fire place, again GrandmaK's does)
The head again was super animated, biting snapping mouth, and angry eyes. While the zombie kids body was crawling around almost like a dog. I wrangled the body and shoved, More like stuffed, it into the fire place. It barely fit. Moving and squirming the whole time.
I think this is some miss mashed dream house from both my grandma B's and My GrandmaK's house. It was a Dream grandma's mash up house. It had a basement with windows, 2 levels and a fire place in the living room.
After, More zombie came, coming up through the basement. Trying to break the basement door to get to the main level where we were. I grabbed my 2 kids. we quickly got into the truck and Drove off.
Later, driving around debris, abandoned vehicles, and zombies. I swerved around a large abandoned vehicle. The truck toppled over and tipped onto it's side. Everyone was fine. Conveniently there aren't any zombie hoards around at the moment.
We ended up at a grocery store. In my dream, no I did not go into the abandoned grocery store, with absolutely no zombies around, for more supplies. Real me wishes dream me had.
Not to far away, there was a military heavy duty vehicle. So I Took that. The kids some how just video game teleported from truck to military truck.
This is a common theme in my dreams. I guess my kids cant be harmed in them. They video game teleport in pretty much every dream of mine they are in. They aren't in too many of my dreams though. Maybe 3 that I can recall. I guess my brain is protecting itself by making them invincible.
Anyway, I Drove off and started running down zombies in the military truck. That is all I remember.
I don't watch zombie movies or tv shows so there has to be some reason why they always show up in my dream. I'm sure after I analyze this dream it will make more sense.
Why are my dreams so detailed and morbid, with zombies, knives, stabbing and they usually take place in childhood locations??? 🤔
I will analyze this dream a bit later.
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