God damn dreams!

 As you can see, I had another fucking dream last night that makes me go :bademoticon: every time I wake up. I talked about the dream that made me feel like I was going to die. Then, I talk about a dream which felt like a memory but never happened. Now, last night...I'll just tell you what the dream was about. Simple put, zombies. I know a lot of you zombie lovers would want to hear so here it is from what I remember. If I remember as much of it.

It started off as an ordinary day. I didn't really care what time of the day it was but it could have been the morning or the evening. Anyways, me, my family, friends of my family I believe, my sister's random friends(the reason I say that is because she has and had a lot of friends), and I believe that was about it. We were all it this place. It was like a beach resort, casino, and so many other things I couldn't even tell you what this place was like.  It was mostly families and friends just talking to each other at the beach. Then, the dream cuts like some kind of cut shot to a later event. I was with my sister and two of her random friends were at the biggest shopping area I have ever seen. If you could imagine the biggest malls from anywhere you can think of even in reality, this was the kind of shopping district you have not seen. There were so many floors going up there must have been probably 12 shopping levels of this mall or whatever it was. It was mostly me walking around with my sister and her two friends. The reason I was with them was because my parents and others that we knew were back at the hotel rooms for the night. It was probably around 9 p.m. at that moment. Then after maybe two hours we were about to head back to our hotel rooms. Then we saw a man. It was like that old cliche in most zombie movies or games. You see a zombie but they do't think it's a zombie. Instead they think it's some guy who's probably drunk or some shit like that. And just like that, we go close to him to talk to him like those stupid cliches. The man turns around and he had the look of a zombie that you see on The Walking Dead. He looked decayed but not entirely. Only a portion of flesh on his cheek was removed revealing teeth. He tried to attack us but I just pushed him right off and the zombie fell over. My sister, her friends and I ran down every floor that was beginning to be infested by zombies while they were eating people. Blood, was begins to paint the floors, and the walls. Guts, body parts, and gore, all over everywhere where ever we went. I met a guy who I've known. But he wasn't real in reality. He appeared to be at a teen age. He came with us because I wanted it so. When we finally got to the bottom floor the dream cuts to what definitely could have me waking up screaming and crying if I were much younger. I had no idea where we were now. It was a giant room and it was big. How big? I had no idea. And I don't really care how big it was. But then again, it was important to how big it is. The room was flashing with lights. The lights were the kind of bright that you would see at a movie theater when they turn out the lights and the only light you get is the light from the movie screen. And the room was filled with people. People being eaten by zombies, alive, screaming, blood everywhere. For some reason, not me, my sister, or her friends felt sick at the sight of blood. But seeing the sight of people being eaten while lights flashing was like something out of a horror movie. The sound of horror made it feel more "realistic". I grabbed my not-real friend by the wrist because I didn't want to lose him because my sister, her friends, my imaginary friend as I'll say for now, and I had to run through the mob of people being eaten alive. As we ran through, pushing everyone and anything in our way I had lost the grip of my dream friend and couldn't go back to find him. I had to leave him behind. Then we encountered some lady I have never seen before who tells us to come into a room that was unlocked that she had found. When we got inside we locked the door behind us. I held my head asking myself "Why did I let his wrist go? Why didn't I go back? Why couldn't I save him?" It's funny actually. I was acting like this over someone in my dream I know but was not real. In a real life situation, as they always say it's every man for himself. The lady talked to us that we were going to stay in the room and wait it out. Then I put my ear to the door to hear what was going on. I felt like I could still hear the people screaming in pain and agony all while being eaten alive by the zombies. Then a random voice yelled through the door "Brace the door!" We grabbed a table and put it to the door. The dream cuts once again. I thought that the was over. But instead, I woke up still dreaming. I felt like it was about 6 in the morning. Everyone else was asleep but I was awake wondering if the screaming had stopped. Everyone else soon woke up wondering the same thing while wondering other things. We moved the table, opened the door, and my dream friend alive and well. I asked him how he was still alive but he didn't know. I almost felt like I hesitated. But I told my dream friend to check every part of his body for any bites. Luckily, he had none. We couldn't stay in the room. We needed to leave and get to the hotels to find our families. We believed they stayed there to be safe. But that meant having to walk out into the big ass room that we suspected was filled with dead people, blood, body parts, and guts. If we were going out there, we needed weapons. Surprisingly, the lady we never met before had weapons. I couldn't remember what kind of weapons everybody had. But I remember I was wielding a machete. We slowly opened the door and we saw exactly what we suspected we would. Not just the people but zombies too, lie and on the ground. They too were not moving. We walked slowly as possibly trying not to step on the bodies if they were still alive. If we hesitated and rushed through, we would have tripped or got grabbed. As we got through I felt certain, a real I knew and still know was there. The dream ended there. After that, I do not want another dream. And if it happens again, please let it be a different dream. But for some reason, I feel like last nights dream was incomplete. Like, I need to continue it. And after thinking that it was incomplete and needed to be completed, I kinda felt like I was going crazy and saying to myself "What the fuck did you just say?! No, no, no! No more! We're not going back!" I actually felt like this random emoticon I found and I don't where it came from but when I heard my self say that about the dream needed to be continued this was what I felt like . Hey this emoticon kinda feels like me loosing my shit when people piss me off in anyway. Hopefully that dream doesn't continue again.