Dreams again
Always loved dreams, the other world, the impossible nature of them. The ability to recall and remember them comes and goes. Now that I'm not working quite so much, I've been dreaming again. Which is nice. I used to have themes in my dreams. Some sort of beasty chasing me. Zombies, or aliens. Vampires once or twice. Cops or the army on more than one occasion. Strange stuff. Running. Sometimes not fast enough, or at least not feeling fast enough. Sometimes I'd have a gun (particularly in the alien or Zombie dreams) It never really worked quite right (Yes I understand the Freudian implications; however I assure you that I run frequent diagnostic tests and all systems seem to check out). Now I have kitchen dreams. Dreams of being in old kitchens again, running them but being completely unfamiliar with them. Or soccer dreams, were I can actually play the game, and score goals (Not sure about the Freudian conclusion there, so I defer to Aaron, either one). So i am reminded of a dream involving both zombies and the kitchen.
It started out like so many other dreams. Indiscriminent light from no general source. Illuminating things equally, no shadows. It was in what seemed to be an abandoned city. I was in a group of no one I knew in particularly. They were functionally red shirts from star trek, fodder. I knew what the tone of the dream was going to be. We needed to move, keep moving, something was out there. We ran through the streets and eventually underground. That's when we first saw them. Goddamn Zombies! Thankfully they were the slow shambling George Romero zombies, not the pissed off, rabid, adrenalized, hopped up on Mt Dew zombies of 28 days later. We could get through this all we need was a couple of bats maybe a table leg. We navigated the guts of the city and found our selves in a bay. There were others waiting to be rescued by helicopters. Wow this is going to be and easy one. Didn't really see any zombies and now I'm going to hop onto a helicopter, with any skill in lucid dreaming I could have quickly turned this into a beer commercial. Unfortunately I am not a lucid dreamer. The zombies came. Hordes of Zombies. Instead of trying to hold them off, we ran back into the city. This time they were hot on our heels, they smelled fresh meat. In one quick and foolish decision we ran into a building and started ascending stairs. (Ok, so if you are being chased by zombies, or aliens, or the cops, or any number of dream beasties, and your trying to get away, never run into a building and start climbing stairs.) So we realized that there was no where to go. Below us were hungry, brain starved zombies, and above us was, wel none of could gly, so we'll just say gravity wsa above us. We finally get to the top of the building, with the zombies in close pursuit, and it's Fuckin Alba! ANd I was late for work! Not only were zombies after my scrawny yet whiskey tenderized fleah but I was late for work! The servers where keeping the zombies at bay while the kitchen put out plates for the few remaining non-zombie diners. When it looked like all was lost and the zombies where going to over run the kitchen and sit down for a little dinner service of their own, a helicopter showed up. I said to the chef that we needed to evacuate. He was reluctant 'We can do a few more covers. Noe reason to close up yet!' I informed him that 'All of our customers are dead or zombies! We need to go!' He acquieseced and we left the building as the zombies burst into the kitchen. I slowly woke up, not really sure what the hell the dream really meant. I know that I shouldn't be late for work. Zombies are not welcome diners.
It started out like so many other dreams. Indiscriminent light from no general source. Illuminating things equally, no shadows. It was in what seemed to be an abandoned city. I was in a group of no one I knew in particularly. They were functionally red shirts from star trek, fodder. I knew what the tone of the dream was going to be. We needed to move, keep moving, something was out there. We ran through the streets and eventually underground. That's when we first saw them. Goddamn Zombies! Thankfully they were the slow shambling George Romero zombies, not the pissed off, rabid, adrenalized, hopped up on Mt Dew zombies of 28 days later. We could get through this all we need was a couple of bats maybe a table leg. We navigated the guts of the city and found our selves in a bay. There were others waiting to be rescued by helicopters. Wow this is going to be and easy one. Didn't really see any zombies and now I'm going to hop onto a helicopter, with any skill in lucid dreaming I could have quickly turned this into a beer commercial. Unfortunately I am not a lucid dreamer. The zombies came. Hordes of Zombies. Instead of trying to hold them off, we ran back into the city. This time they were hot on our heels, they smelled fresh meat. In one quick and foolish decision we ran into a building and started ascending stairs. (Ok, so if you are being chased by zombies, or aliens, or the cops, or any number of dream beasties, and your trying to get away, never run into a building and start climbing stairs.) So we realized that there was no where to go. Below us were hungry, brain starved zombies, and above us was, wel none of could gly, so we'll just say gravity wsa above us. We finally get to the top of the building, with the zombies in close pursuit, and it's Fuckin Alba! ANd I was late for work! Not only were zombies after my scrawny yet whiskey tenderized fleah but I was late for work! The servers where keeping the zombies at bay while the kitchen put out plates for the few remaining non-zombie diners. When it looked like all was lost and the zombies where going to over run the kitchen and sit down for a little dinner service of their own, a helicopter showed up. I said to the chef that we needed to evacuate. He was reluctant 'We can do a few more covers. Noe reason to close up yet!' I informed him that 'All of our customers are dead or zombies! We need to go!' He acquieseced and we left the building as the zombies burst into the kitchen. I slowly woke up, not really sure what the hell the dream really meant. I know that I shouldn't be late for work. Zombies are not welcome diners.
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