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My scarest dream occurred when I was like 11 or 12, there was a few stages leading up to it...
* I was staying up late past midnight, sneaking to watch zombie horror movies (I loved horrors when a kiddo)
* I also grabbed some leftover cold pizza from the fridge (Eating after midnight always helps the nightmares)
I dreamt I was underground in those war bunkers, only one entrance all bordered up, a long tunnel slanting upwards to the surface. Sections of this tunnel where separated into small rooms, each assigned a person to guard. You could see/hear through the small gaps in the wooden boards / doors.
We where the last few remaining survivors and the surface was completely over run by zombies!
Each night they would attempt to breakdown the barricades down the tunnel. Killing and feasting on the trapped soul inbetween each, getting closer and closer (the people inbetween slowed them down so the rest might survive). Day light finally arrives and they clean up the mess, go out a little to scavenge food and return to border it up for the next night moving everyone in the tunnel forward.
I dreamt it was my 13th Birthday (even though really that was still a while away). However, when your 13 and a male, your finally a man and get to defend the tunnel, it was my turn at the back of the line (each night moving forward). I could hear the zombies breaking down the doors and devouring the ones in front of me. We each had a weapon and small supply of ammo (up ahead a guy had a flamethrower, the next a machine gun, then a rifle... all I got was a rusty handgun). On the fourth night, I had moved up quite a bit and could see the zombies through the gaps attacking the person in front of me splatting his brains and guts across the room. Then they started breaking down my wall, reaching through the gaps. A few at first, shooting away my cap gun, but then I realised there where thousands out there coming in an endless horde.
Ran out of ammo, the zombies broke through, grabbed my arm - ripping it off... I woke up and fell out of bed!
Gasping and still shaken up, my arm was hanging off the edge of the bed, something grabbed it, rotten and attempted to drag me under. I woke up again, hate double dreams!
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This post has been edited by Azzaboi: Dec 27 2012, 12:58 AM
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next night i waited till dawn to sleep.
