So, two dreams.
Zimbie uprising, because of course.a group of us are holed up in a church, and we initially manage to repel a wave of them when some idiot forgot to lock the back door by somehow shaming them. Not joking. I shrieked something as one of them was going for my neck, and then a few seconds pause, and they all get up and leave the church, hanging their heads in shame.
Then it cuts to another dude and turns into some kind of movie. Guy's in the army (hurr), and he has super ptsd because his wife was killed by a burning oil slick. The zimbies finally launch an all-out assault, managing to bust open the doors and even a window, coming in en masse. In a panic, army dude grabs this guy and girl and heads for the back, pausing to look at this motorized hang glider that was going to be raffled. He snaps when he sees its name..."Oil Slick".
Completely out of it, he straps the guy and girl to the sides, gets into the pilot harness, and despite their protests, starts heading for a window. And to his credit, they actually did fly pretty well. Until they hit went through the window, which was barely large enough to fit the harness through. They break through, losing their wings, dude being killed by the glass and the girl bleeding profusely and screaming like a lunatic. Army dude holds his arms out like he's an angel...until the harness hits the ground, skipping like a pond stone and getting airborne again. Girl it crushed and killed, army dude is unconscious, which causes the wheel's motors to start spinning mad. They skip again, and when the wheels hit the road, the wingless hang glider shoots forward and across the road. They slam down a chain link fence, killing the dude and grating the three of them like cheese on the chain links, the glider finally doing a flip and coming to rest in a pool. Credits.
Second Dream. Ready? Go!
We finally finished helping Mama move in to her new apartment, the top floor of what used to be a bank. Really fancy one, too, brass and crystal everywhere. We hug, say goodbye, and head for the lobby. We pass two paramedics rushing in. I get a super bad feeling, and decide to wait and see what they do. Dad forgot the keys to the car, anyways, so we go back upstairs to get them. The paramedics leave Mama's room as we turn the corner. We rush into the room to get the keys, assuming she just fell and didn't have another stroke. We get in the car and start driving through the snow and wind. Then we get hit by a flaming car. I have to get out through the window, since the door that opens in the back seat was crushed shut, and the door on the other stopped opening for some reason a few months before that. We get out and get our bearings, making our trek for the hospital.
We pass some people running down the side street in a panic, and I see a little fox with a cute harness spazzing out and stuck to a tree. I get him free and scoop him up, deciding to take him with his. But he was freaking out and trying to get out of my arms, and I looked down to ask him what's wrong when I get hit in the head by an ice-encrusted fist. I look up and see a man lurching around, mumbling and moaning, his face caked over with a shell of ice.
I grab a shovel and give it a good whack, breaking the mask of ice and revealing a zimbie with no face. I whack it again to crack its head open, then hit it again on the other side to pop its brain out.
I woke up afterwards.
