I had the weirdest dream about zombies last night. I don’t even think it qualifies as a nightmare, like you would expect for a zombie dream. It was just… strange. Really strange.
In my dream, I was trapped in a mall filled with zombies. My friend Roxanne was with me. For some reason we couldn’t leave the mall, or if we could, we didn’t. We were looking for other survivors.
Roxanne was some sort of zombie expert, and I was some sort of knife-throwing expert (definitely not like real life me). I could easily kill zombies from far away by throwing knives through their heads. Apparently I had an unlimited supply of knives. Seriously, I don’t even know where they came from. They just appeared in my hand whenever I needed them, much like in a video game.
Roxanne also made a point of telling me that she’s allergic to sour candy and she’ll die instantly if one even makes contact with her skin.
So, we’re running around the mall looking for survivors while Roxanne gives me tips about the zombies and I throw knives at them like a boss. Except there was this one zombie that refused to die no matter how many knives I threw at her. She just kept running toward me (some zombies could run and some couldn’t, not sure why). I took her down eventually, but it was close. And apparently irrelevent to the rest of the dream.
We eventually stopped in the middle of the mall to rest (real smart, considering all of the zombies that were around). Suddenly a zombie throws a shuriken made of sour candy (I don’t even know) at Roxanne and it goes right through her chest. She dies right away because it made contact with her skin. So I say to myself, “Well, crap, there goes my survival partner.”
Then some woman appears out of nowhere and tells me that she’s another survivor and she needs my help tying up a zombie she trapped (why she didn’t just kill it, I have no idea). She pulls out some tape… bubble gum tape, I should add (I don’t why this dream was so fixated on candy) and starts wrapping up the zombie in it.
That’s when I decide, “Fuck it, I’ll probably become a zombie eventually, might as well get it over with.” I let the zombie bite me, which really hurt. The other survivor asks me why I would do something so stupid, and I start to regret my decision.
The next thing I know, I’m a zombie and everyone else in the mall is either dead or a zombie as well. Oddly, being a zombie wasn’t much different from being human. I wasn’t mindless, I still acted like myself except a little meaner and more sadistic. I also had brownish-grey skin, white eyes and pointy, uneven teeth. My voice was deeper and a lot raspier. And my favorite food was now raw meat. Besides all that, I and the other zombies acted like ourselves.
The dream ended with me meeting up with the rest of my zombie friends: Corissa, Libby, Gayle and Rae. Roxanne wasn’t there, probably because she never actually got bitten by a zombie, she just died. Wait, why am I even trying to use logic for this dream? Logic was pretty much tossed out the window when a zombie killed my friend by throwing a sour candy shuriken at her.
That concludes my weird zombie dream. Hope you enjoyed.