So I have two types of nightmare.
I have the one where I am being chased from abandoned building to abandoned building by some monster (usually a dinosaur) that I can only ever catch glimpses of. I'm always just one step ahead of it, i.e., I enter a building and a I have a few seconds to catch my breath and talk to whoever is there before it finds me and I'm on the move again. It's always when I run out of places to go that I wake up.
Then I have the zombie one. Zombie movies are the ones that really scare me. And the zombie nightmares are always those with the zombies from 28 Days Later. The zombie nightmares aren't really all that scary, though. Just stressful and long.
I had a zombie nightmare last night.
Andy and I were staying at Cait's cottage by ourselves, but it was close to a local elementary/high school. This school turned out to be the only safe haven when zombies took over the town. So we went to the school and tried to maintain order amongst the survivors, who were mostly teenagers, taking attendance, getting them to stay inside, beating up the zombies that got inside, or killing those who had turned into zombies on the inside . . . all that jazz. These zombies were sort of a combination of rage zombies and those really stupid ones in the mall in Dead Rising.
Strewn around outside were these weird black wrinkly tube things, filled with some kind of greenish goo the texture of fresh polenta. I wondered what they were.
In my travels around the school and surrounding area, avoiding zombies, I ran across this mad scientist with a bald head. It turns out that he was responsible for turning people into zombies. Those wrinkly black things, contained, according to him, a greenish substance called pillitin, and it was that which converted normal people into brain eating rage monsters. When I confronted him, he burst into tears, saying that he was only trying to help mankind, and had no idea that this pillitin would do such a thing. Our plan, therefore, was simple: release more pillitin (this time in bright pink tubes) into the area around the school, and then while the zombies were distracted, evacuate the school population to the roof, where a large helicopter was waiting.
I remember the pillitin squeezing out of the tubes through my fingers - a sticky substance. I'm not sure if extra pillitin would change the zombies back to normal people or simply act like catnip to them. All I know is that I had just finished squeezing out some more when they broke into the school. We headed the kids down the hallway to the roof, the mad scientist right in front of me, screaming "I didn't know! I didn't know!"
And then, of course, I woke up.
Posted by Ally at August 30, 2006 08:51 AM