just had a really in-depth zombie dream.
the following is a stream of thought recollection.
my mom, my brother, my boyfriend, his friends, and some random people that may or may not represent my friends all traveled in a time machine. only problem is, the time machine didn't travel through time, it traveled through realities. we ended up in a video game type town infested by zombies. at first it was just my bf's friend, Erik and I but we went back to pick up everyone else before we knew the town was infested by zombies. we just thought it was cool that his machine worked. as soon as we got back (we landed in a old victorian house), Nick (the bf) got killed right in front of all of us. :O from then on everyone was freaking out. now that i think about it, the house looked like the house i grew up in. anyway, killing ensued and Erik disappeared. I think Sally(one of the made up people) ran away and was hiding somewhere when i found my mom in the kitchen. she was cleaning up all of the dishes in the house. i tried telling her that we needed to go when a dog jumped out of the pantry. i was in shock and didn't react quick enough to see it's blood shot eyes. the zombie dog had my hand in it's mouth, breaking all of my bones and gnawed off my thumb as i screamed for my mom to get a frying pan and knock it out. well, seeing as the dog was not alive, this plan did not work. after my right hand had been injured and i was infected, the only course of action to take was to protect my mom. i took the pan from her, (which had a shovel like end) and beat the shit out of the zombie dog that had fucked me over. the process of getting through it's skull to it's brains took way longer than it always does in zombie movies. i promptly locked my mom inside the kitchen to protect her and headed out to the corridor to find sally standing in front of the door. a large engine could be heard from outside. not wanting sally to see my hand, i hid it under my hoodie. and we opened up the garage door. a giant truck came into the garage as we watched in shock. at first i thought it must be my brother, who i just forgot until now, who had left in the truck to find help earlier. but no, who should step out of the car but FUTURE SALLY (oh that's right, you forgot we had a time machine!) the present sally was a shy blonde girl and the future sally was a guns-blazing bamf. FS got out of the truck and started shooting all of the zombies that came after her and the truck. we closed the garage door and that's when i woke up.
so what i can conclude from this dream is that i have a fucked up head. and there seems to be a reoccurring theme of time machines and zombies.
