The dream was somewhat ongoing and in a strange sort of industrial world. I was in a 'school' classes with some people, but I forget exactly what it was that we were doing. I remember at one point the inside of our space was frozen over like a river, and there was snow in it, which we were playing. But it was like a storage building. We were training for something I think. (At one point, I looked outside and saw and old friend Carlton with his older 'brother', walking into a tattoo spot and back out.) we were preparing for something in particular but I forget just what it was, soldiers or watchers or something that they call it as that. I remember going to sleep, and waking up that there was no one there, and in the dream my point of view changed so many times it was ridiculous. At first, I was a person waking up in complete confusion. Seemingly overnight, the world shifted from an active and bustling town, to that of a zombie hoard. I was walking down a quiet suburb, watching a group of the undead taking out two of the only people I could identify as alive. But instead of helping them, I used them as a distraction to sneak by them as quietly as I could and get further down the street. I'm not sure what was down the street. A randevou point I think. I joined up with a group of people, those from my class, in the storage facility that we frequently had our classes in. They seemed stressed, and less willing to do anything about it. But they were rallied and told they had a job to do.... that they had to go through the source of this problem in the dungeon that was the old yarn factory that was abandoned almost a hundred years earlier. There was a cut, and the scene went to us gathered outside, in lines similar to that of people waiting for a roller coaster, each in a line for each car kind of way. The leader of the group was saying something snarky, and looked over at a girl wearing giant mechanical legs, and insulted her ability to be there. The girl in the legs huffed then moved over to her... "You want to find out just how far these can kick?" she said. the other woman backed up and looked obviously fearful. A higher leader calmed them, assuring them they had a job to do, and ushered them along the building side. They said that we were going to be working in the dark, because that was when the zombies were calmest, not spurred on by a light. But we all agreed that it was a nesting ground for these things. The lights in the lower unoccupied floors were turned off, and the sentries killed quickly and quietly... and we moved in. We made our way through the darkness quietly and quickly, spying very few or none. Eventually we made it to a strange room. it was lightly lit like candle light, and there were little tomes and glass trophies all around, either ceramic and glass leaves and dishes filled with clear or blue glass marbles or, most of them in the shape of a bar bell weight or just two marbles. But what was so strange was that there were undead, and they were making things. Specifically, they were sewing and fixing yarn and similar things. We were nervous, and had out guns out to them at first, but then we looked and they weren't even bothered by us. Their only thing to do was sew. We tapped and bumped them, watched them, some of them came over to us with their products as if looking for approval of what they did. We almost made a game of it. Then something didn't feel right. I don't know what the warning was, but suddenly, everyone fell silent, and went into a panic. We were told to find any nook and space we could and hide. I huddled over a table I had been working at, with two of my team around me. They were silent at first... then in the far door the sound of scraping and foot steps as the candle light began to fade slowly into darkness. The sounds of sewing machines grinded to a hault, and there was nothing. I remember being frightened... but most of all, as the steps and scraping grew closer, I wanted to look and see what it was that was going to come. I tried hard to look around my team mates. Before the thing entered however, one of my team mates began to panic, she was whispering. the other was whispering back. they argued and finally I told them to shut up. Something strange happened then.. I think I woke up slightly, then went back to sleep. I re-entered the same situation, but instead of a team around me, I was completely alone. For some reason, I was enthralled with the idea of trying to fix a sewing machine in front of me, and trying to fix the thread. I tinkered with the thread as the steps stopped in the room.... followed by a massive hiss and more steps, closer to me. After the thread broke, I remember it was red, and the inside was white as if one of those ropes that had inner and outer kinds of thread. I stopped, and put it down. I had been relatively quiet, but then something fell, a loud tack echoed out, and then a rolling sound, as if one of those marbles or a pencil was rolling across a table. it lasted a while, all while my thoughts silenced about it. I couldn't tell if I was frightened or resolved. The hisses were so loud, and finally, when everything stopped and I had a chance of thinking safety, a finger touched my face, wrapped around my temple and into my eye, and then jerked. The motion woke me up and the dream blanked out completely. I can't decide if I were a zombie when I came back, or if the dream had simply put me back in place alone. was interesting.
