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newnumber6Three dreams! A reconnection with an old flame! Yet Another Zombie Apocalypse! and Really Expensive Coffee!
First dream was a bit odd in that it started with me getting up after a big party. A bunch of people still sleeping in the living room, etc. Don't even know what house it was, but it wasn't mine. I was discussing something (stargate, I think) with a few others, but went outside.
Suddenly some people from work pulled up in a car and and offered to give me a ride home. I was a little mixed on the idea because I was going to try and get a ride with the people who I'd discussed Stargate with, because then I'd have something to talk about, but the people from work would be able to drop me off much nearer to home. Except the people from work were people I never really liked talking to because we didn't have much in common and some of the same pointless questions would come up again and again. Anyway, I agreed anyway because they were nice to offer, and they pointed me out to where they'd be meeting me, as they had a couple other things to do first.
Anyway, in that place was among a line of other people, and I started walking, and while I was moving out in people I saw a familiar face and turned back, and she saw me too. It was my grade 11 crush. She smiled and said, "Oh, _there_ you are!" as though she had just misplaced me, and we started talking a bit and mentioned that she'd tried to contact me once a couple years ago after running into what she thought was a website of mine, but when she called the person who answered didn't seem to know what she was talking about. She had a bit of an accent and so I thought that maybe it could have been that whoever it was didn't quite understand her and so I never got the message. Anyway, shortly after that she introduced me to her fiancee. I talked to him a bit, although I can't remember what, and shortly after that I woke up.
I guess it was a fairly obvious wishfulfillment (being recognized, remembered, and to some extent sought out by a person I'd cared for) combined with a little of the average self-doubt. Which, on the plus side, cut down on wistfulness and depression on waking up.
The second dream had celebrity stars, which is a bit unusual, especially in a zombie apocalypse dream. It started out a bit like I Am Legend... the last man on Earth, or seemingly that, in a world of vampires (although more zombielike ones, so I'll just call them zombies). But the Last Man wasn't me... it was Patrick McGoohan, aka Number 6 in The Prisoner. Pretty well exactly what he looked like in the show, except not wearing a number. At one point he'd found a cat, but apparently realized it was infected by zombie-itis, and so he figured the kindest thing would be to snap its neck and just kill it.
Shortly after that the scene had shifted and I was in the story, sort of as his sidekick. We were wandering about together (during the day, because the zombies didn't like the light), looking for some supplies. There were a few people out, but McGoohan was explaining that, even though they're not infected by the virus, their minds had snapped from seeing zombies so now they sort of thought they were. Anyway, we were passing near by one of them, discussing where we were going for supplies, and what route we were taking, and she seemed to snap out of it and asked us if she could come along. Except it was Michelle Trachtenberg (or a character played by her anyway). She explained that she'd just been faking being zombielike because she wasn't sure what to do and thought it might be safer, but when she saw the two of us together and acting normally, she knew she should team up with us.
We agreed to allow her to come, and continued on to the store we were going for. Except there was a part of it we had to go underground, or at least out of the sun (sort of like a short tunnel under a bridge) and potentially fight off zombies, but we didn't think there would be too many. When we got there, we'd discovered the zombies had mutated and there were now several different types. In addition to the normal zombies, there were now
ones we called (I dunno why, and I'm probably misremembering slightly) 'Dragon Children', who could duplicate themselves Madrox-style (maybe the name was because of a vague memory that at some point in dragon lore, drops of dragon blood on the ground would sprout into warriors?). There were also sort of disembodied pairs of legs and torsos that I can't recall what we named, and there were something we called ghost-somethingorother.
Ghost echoes, maybe? They were sort of like faces or hands and such except very thing and repeatedly. Let me describe it like this. Pretend you had a perfect mask of a face. But instead of just one, there were many, all nested inside each other. Each was still a mask of the original face, but when you had all of them nested together, it looked like a head. Except, they weren't nested together. They were all strung out and came flying at you in series. Similarly for hands.
Anyway, we started fighting. McGoohan fought the more dangerous zombies and the Dragon Children and Trachtenberg and I fought off the torsos, legs, and ghost echos. As it turned out, the ghost echos could barely hurt us. We took out the torsos first and then very quickly got rid of the ghost echos (basically by punching through them one at a time, they were like paper). By the time we were done, McGoohan had gotten rid of the others and told us we needed to get moving.
That's about where I woke up.
You know, I'd never considered it before this dream, but, when I think about it? It's too late for it now, but if they ever did a faithful adaptation of I Am Legend in the late 60s, McGoohan would have been a cool choice.
Finally, another dream where I was watching on the news about a coffee place that sold cups of coffee (Tim Horton's variety specifically) for $50, and was doing spectacular business. For some reason, despite the fact that I never drink coffee, I was curious, and the place was right across the street or something, so I went there and ordered a cup. It was brewed on the spot with fresh beans and they put a dollop of real ice cream or something on top, but otherwise it was a plain cup of coffee and I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I tried to ask the server for my money back, but she wouldn't give it. I said that the news story said that this place was successful in part because of superior customer service so I asked what they do extra so I could at least take advantage of that while I was here, but they said they'd already done everything, and I left.
So I left feeling really stupid, and in fact hoping that this was just a dream and I didn't just waste $50 on coffee. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. But I never made the connection that it actually _was_ a dream (when I finally did wake up, I was a little relieved). I tried to bang my head in an electric fence to see if it would wipe my memory at least, but it didn't. Anyway, there a friend (a dream friend, don't actually know the guy) ran into me there and then reminded me we had to catch a train. Except the train wasn't stopping, we were trying to hitch a ride by jumping onto the cars to escape from the cops for some reason. I think we'd just jumped on when I woke up.
First dream was a bit odd in that it started with me getting up after a big party. A bunch of people still sleeping in the living room, etc. Don't even know what house it was, but it wasn't mine. I was discussing something (stargate, I think) with a few others, but went outside.
Suddenly some people from work pulled up in a car and and offered to give me a ride home. I was a little mixed on the idea because I was going to try and get a ride with the people who I'd discussed Stargate with, because then I'd have something to talk about, but the people from work would be able to drop me off much nearer to home. Except the people from work were people I never really liked talking to because we didn't have much in common and some of the same pointless questions would come up again and again. Anyway, I agreed anyway because they were nice to offer, and they pointed me out to where they'd be meeting me, as they had a couple other things to do first.
Anyway, in that place was among a line of other people, and I started walking, and while I was moving out in people I saw a familiar face and turned back, and she saw me too. It was my grade 11 crush. She smiled and said, "Oh, _there_ you are!" as though she had just misplaced me, and we started talking a bit and mentioned that she'd tried to contact me once a couple years ago after running into what she thought was a website of mine, but when she called the person who answered didn't seem to know what she was talking about. She had a bit of an accent and so I thought that maybe it could have been that whoever it was didn't quite understand her and so I never got the message. Anyway, shortly after that she introduced me to her fiancee. I talked to him a bit, although I can't remember what, and shortly after that I woke up.
I guess it was a fairly obvious wishfulfillment (being recognized, remembered, and to some extent sought out by a person I'd cared for) combined with a little of the average self-doubt. Which, on the plus side, cut down on wistfulness and depression on waking up.
The second dream had celebrity stars, which is a bit unusual, especially in a zombie apocalypse dream. It started out a bit like I Am Legend... the last man on Earth, or seemingly that, in a world of vampires (although more zombielike ones, so I'll just call them zombies). But the Last Man wasn't me... it was Patrick McGoohan, aka Number 6 in The Prisoner. Pretty well exactly what he looked like in the show, except not wearing a number. At one point he'd found a cat, but apparently realized it was infected by zombie-itis, and so he figured the kindest thing would be to snap its neck and just kill it.
Shortly after that the scene had shifted and I was in the story, sort of as his sidekick. We were wandering about together (during the day, because the zombies didn't like the light), looking for some supplies. There were a few people out, but McGoohan was explaining that, even though they're not infected by the virus, their minds had snapped from seeing zombies so now they sort of thought they were. Anyway, we were passing near by one of them, discussing where we were going for supplies, and what route we were taking, and she seemed to snap out of it and asked us if she could come along. Except it was Michelle Trachtenberg (or a character played by her anyway). She explained that she'd just been faking being zombielike because she wasn't sure what to do and thought it might be safer, but when she saw the two of us together and acting normally, she knew she should team up with us.
We agreed to allow her to come, and continued on to the store we were going for. Except there was a part of it we had to go underground, or at least out of the sun (sort of like a short tunnel under a bridge) and potentially fight off zombies, but we didn't think there would be too many. When we got there, we'd discovered the zombies had mutated and there were now several different types. In addition to the normal zombies, there were now
ones we called (I dunno why, and I'm probably misremembering slightly) 'Dragon Children', who could duplicate themselves Madrox-style (maybe the name was because of a vague memory that at some point in dragon lore, drops of dragon blood on the ground would sprout into warriors?). There were also sort of disembodied pairs of legs and torsos that I can't recall what we named, and there were something we called ghost-somethingorother.
Ghost echoes, maybe? They were sort of like faces or hands and such except very thing and repeatedly. Let me describe it like this. Pretend you had a perfect mask of a face. But instead of just one, there were many, all nested inside each other. Each was still a mask of the original face, but when you had all of them nested together, it looked like a head. Except, they weren't nested together. They were all strung out and came flying at you in series. Similarly for hands.
Anyway, we started fighting. McGoohan fought the more dangerous zombies and the Dragon Children and Trachtenberg and I fought off the torsos, legs, and ghost echos. As it turned out, the ghost echos could barely hurt us. We took out the torsos first and then very quickly got rid of the ghost echos (basically by punching through them one at a time, they were like paper). By the time we were done, McGoohan had gotten rid of the others and told us we needed to get moving.
That's about where I woke up.
You know, I'd never considered it before this dream, but, when I think about it? It's too late for it now, but if they ever did a faithful adaptation of I Am Legend in the late 60s, McGoohan would have been a cool choice.
Finally, another dream where I was watching on the news about a coffee place that sold cups of coffee (Tim Horton's variety specifically) for $50, and was doing spectacular business. For some reason, despite the fact that I never drink coffee, I was curious, and the place was right across the street or something, so I went there and ordered a cup. It was brewed on the spot with fresh beans and they put a dollop of real ice cream or something on top, but otherwise it was a plain cup of coffee and I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I tried to ask the server for my money back, but she wouldn't give it. I said that the news story said that this place was successful in part because of superior customer service so I asked what they do extra so I could at least take advantage of that while I was here, but they said they'd already done everything, and I left.
So I left feeling really stupid, and in fact hoping that this was just a dream and I didn't just waste $50 on coffee. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. But I never made the connection that it actually _was_ a dream (when I finally did wake up, I was a little relieved). I tried to bang my head in an electric fence to see if it would wipe my memory at least, but it didn't. Anyway, there a friend (a dream friend, don't actually know the guy) ran into me there and then reminded me we had to catch a train. Except the train wasn't stopping, we were trying to hitch a ride by jumping onto the cars to escape from the cops for some reason. I think we'd just jumped on when I woke up.
