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This entry is transcribed directly from my written journal, and may have weird formatting/phrasing because of it.

I was a mouse/watching a mouse (or some small rodent) trying to make its way through a factory/video game type setting (??)/warzone. War zone setting = “deep winter”. “I” was caught by humans when “I” was trying to keep from freezing by hiding in the pocket of a soldier’s jacket/shirt. He was kind when he found “me,” tried to give me food (some sort of seed/nuts or crumbs?) and keep me warm. I ran around their encampment for a little while unmolested because everyone knew I was his “pet.” Eventually realized that I needed to get back to my “mission” (someone/something I cared for was in distress and waiting for me). The soldier knew somehow, and tried to help by taking me to the edge of their encampment and attempting to set me free where I would be safe from the enemy. But they were all around the camp, and for some reason I was scent-blind in a dense fog that was there, and couldn’t see any humans outside the barricades. The soldier realized what was wrong, and they did something that made the fog disperse so I was able to get away before fighting began.

This entry is transcribed directly from my written journal, and may have weird formatting/phrasing because of it.

Some sort of police/detective squad trying to find/stop a serial bomber. At one point “I” went to negotiate [something] with a guy wearing a brown trenchcoat and a weird devil/demon mask. He was a guy who we knew, who was always pulling dumb stunts to try and get attention. He claimed to have a bomb (which I was fairly certain wasn’t true). I was talking to him, holding my hands up so he could see I wasn’t a threat in case he was stupid enough to have a weapon or bomb. His “bomb” was a brown box on the ground (concrete — alternately next to or on top of a building).

I looked at him while I was talking, then a minute later, back at the “bomb” and there was suddenly a black plastic/manufactured box with a red digital readout on the flat side. It read 000900 when I first looked at it (I think). I immediately demanded to know if he’d put that there, and wondered how he could’ve done it without me seeing. He sounded confused and angry that someone had horned in on his gig, and said, “that thing isn’t mine,” but he hadn’t seen anyone either. The timer seemed to count down in slow motion to 8, then 7, then 6 etc, and when I realized what was going to happen, I yelled, “RUN!” and pushed the guy in front of me as I sprinted away from it. I saw it explode behind “me” in 3rd person POV, but we’d apparently made it far enough away that we were safe.

Back at the “station” (or wherever), as I went to report what had happened, someone (the chief, I guess) said there’d been 100 bombs in the last hour. I suddenly felt like I was in a Batman movie or something, with the big supervillain group getting out of control right before the big climax.

This entry is transcribed directly from my written journal, and may have weird formatting/phrasing because of it.

Zombies. 2 continuous but slightly different storylines. No on familiar/form real life except me.

First: Civilian-style house, large, seemed summer in style, with a large hilly yard, nice grass. I think there was a large pond/small lake in back, and trees all around, but not necessarily forest. Beginning of outbreak. Pets disappearing in treeline. One instance was a dog that a rescue party was sent after. 3 or 4 people. I think that’s when we started to realize what was going on. After that, some neighbors gathered at the house for safety. Told everyone to stay inside. Strangers kept showing up in the yard. They didn’t necessarily look like zombies, but they walked strangely, with no purpose, and very slow, sometimes stumbling. At one point, someone was outside the house and was attacked. There was no blood or gore in the dream.

Second: I ended up in a military-style training course to learn defense and offence vs. zombies. We (or sometimes just me, I think) were in cammies. It seemed a little like school, and I remember thinking that most everyone seemed very young. There were sort of mini storylines, like this one big beefy guy starting to date one of the girls. I don’t really remember any others. At one point, we were all sitting in some sort of weird classroom in metal, school-style desks. The classroom was like a large warehouse or something. Dark gray concrete floors, high rafters, metal walls.

There were a lot of desks, and the teacher/instructor (who was active military, apparently) had a large heavy metal desk [like the big metal desk my dad had] in the very back, facing the front of the room, looking through/over all the desks. There was a large metal wall-locker storage unit behind the instructor’s chair, filled with supplies, weapons, and ammo. He kept the doors on it open so that one gave him rear cover when he faced the door, and the other was pushed wide open so it didn’t obstruct the view/path to the door. At one point, I was talking to the instructor about the stuff we would be learning. I got the impression that the military definitely wasn’t the same, and had softened up quite a bit. He mentioned that we’d be doing some sort of weapons training (some sort of gun?). And, surprised, I asked if he was for real, and that I’d learned to fire “MP4′s,” something else, and Golfs. He looked surprised then, and I said it’d been “a few years.”

Then there was some sort of demonstration with actual zombies. A couple students were picked to try to defend themselves and show what they’d learned so far. Beefy-guy’s girlfriend was one of them. She ended up coming down the walkway toward up with a zombie behind her. Zombe was a woman with shoulder-length wavy brown hair. I remember thinking it looked sort of Linda Carter (Wonder Woman). But as Girlfriend came up in front of us, the zombie grabbed her and bit into her neck. She screamed and I’m pretty sure she looked at Beefy-guy for help. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but later I got the impression that both girl and zombie didn’t make it out alive.

At that point, for some reason, I went over to the instructor and offered my hand [to shake] and told him my name was LCpl Leesa Willis. Later I was talking to Beefy-guy (who was much more intelligent and sensitive than I’d originally thought) and asked him what made him do it, that I thought he’d liked the girl. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but it amounted to “you do what you have to when there are lives on the line.”

Third: The environment looked like the insides of some sort of weird alien ship or something, all dark and chitinous-looking metal, with round, curving halls. I got the feeling that this was the origin of the zombie plague. A group of creepy zombie-looking aliens (sort of stereotypical grays — long, thin bodies, large heads) had apparently been infected with something, or had purposefully done something with chemicals or something so they could be stronger. They were still completely under their own control, and I definitely felt a distinct air of malice from them.

They moved as a hive-group, all together, and their movements were strange, twitchy and insect-like, and they sort of flowed through the halls, sometimes on the floor or the walls — sort of the shortest path kind of route. They did something — put out a call or something — so that one of the race/people’s leaders or sacred beings would come to meet them (unwittingly). It was a strange looking being, mostly shoulders and chest, with small or nonexistant waist/legs, thin arms, and a smallish head. It had pebbly sort of skin, almost like it was made of dark gray stone (as opposed to the blackish chitin-skin of the hive group). As soon as they saw it, they swarmed over it. One of them, the leader, I think, jumped up on its shoulders, grabbed its head, and sort of spun like a top until the stone-man’s head just sort of came off and it fell sort of in slow motion. The group hopped around gleefully, and I remember feeling that this would have dire consequences.

Imagine the world recovering from the ravages of zombie apocalypse. The walking dead still exist, but their numbers are small enough that you're more likely to find them wandering around alone or in pairs. Nobody spends a great deal of time outside anymore, and if they did, they wouldn't be caught dead without at least a sturdy Lil' Slugger (ha! or maybe they would).

Throw in an alarm in real-time that wasn't supposed to go off, and this grim portrait of life-after-Zday morphs into a world where two barbarian kings war against each other, and their sword-wielding race has ancestral memories of an era when mankind ruled the world with machines. Somewhere, someone inadvertently opens a rift into a dimension where Lovecraftian Old One-type creatures dwell, who, of course, take advantage of the opportunity to cross planes and wreak havoc on the world of men. The two kings ally their warriors to defend their world, and somehow this defense involves trying to restart massive machines left behind by their predecesors.

Some time later, while attempting to activate an office-building-sized machine that will deal a coup-de-gras to the creatures, someone (again! you'd think they would've learned by now) speaks the name of the other-plane (Zigi-somethingorother), and opening a gargantuan rift right above their heads. And what should emerge, tentacles a-flailing, but the bastard lovechild of Cthulu and a D&D beholder. Battle ensues, and rages on until the creature catches sight of the "main character" (one of the barbarian kings), and focuses its considerable rage on him.

Now, weird setting laid out, the part that really sticks with me even now is what happened next:

In an attempt to draw the creature away from the rest of his people, the barbarian king flees across the sea — in actuality, a vast expanse of water that is only about ankle deep. As he runs, he lifts up off the ground and ascends toward the sky, the creature still in fast persuit. Rising higher and higher, he's shocked to find that everyone had always thought was the sky, is actually just a thin sheet of blue-white fabric. He cuts through it as he rises, finding a dimly lit layer, above which — about 20-30 storeys up — is another, much thicker, layer of what my dream-brain told me was insulating material. He cuts through this too, only to find another layer about 15-20 feet above his head that consits of a black tarp-like material.

He cuts through this last layer and is nearly blinded by sunlight — real sunlight, much brighter than he's ever seen before. The barbarian king emerges into the world of his "ancestors," filled with strangely shaped, semi-futuristic buildings made of blue-black metals and dark glass. Everything looks clean and well-kept, but the world is dead silent, and my sleeping brain realizes two things at once: 1) the barbarians were put in their enclosed "world" to protect them, to keep them alive, and 2) the world is completely and utterly deserted. It looks like mankind has just gotten up in the middle of whatever it was doing, and left. The barbarian continues to fly along, amazed, forgetting for a few minutes that he's still being persued by Cthulu's fugly kid brother. It would appear that the oceans are receding, leaving behind a barren expanded shoreline. It took some time to realize what made it so eerie was that there were no waves, and I wonder if that means the oceans in the "real world" are as shallow as the ones where he comes from.

There's a loud screech from behind him, and the barbarian is jolted back to the present situation. He coasts down along what appears to be some sort of bazaar, landing next to a glass display with various objects that look very old, but wouldn't be out of place in our day and age. As the creature pounces, having, for some reason suddenly become small enough for the barbarian to catch in his arms, he grabs a pair of black scissors from the display and stabs the flailing creature repeatedly. It makes a gurgling cooing sound and kind of deflates as he attacks it. There's not really any gore, though the "guts" are not remotely pleasant. And the dream pretty much ends there, kind of half-inside the barbarian king's thoughts, feeling his relief that his people are safe, and his hope and excitement at the chance to explore this new world.

It was kind of anti-climatic, really. And the part that made the biggest impression on me was the barbarian discovering and cutting through the different layers between his world and the outside, and realizing that they've been shut away while the "real world" died. Also, it's interesting to note that, because of the alarm going off, I can estimate that the second half of this dream sequence lasted about an hour to an hour and a half.

I had a surreal and very disturbing dream this morning that someone I know (in real life) through other friends died suddenly of a disease that could’ve been cured if it had been caught. I was devastated because I hadn’t gotten to know them better, and they had seemed like such a cool person, and I worried for their best friend who’d been left with what seemed like a mountain of responsibilities. That was really all the dream was about, but I woke up shaken. The worst of it faded pretty quickly, but the images have stuck with me all day for some reason, like eerie shadows. Makes it feel like today should be one of those cool, overcast, rainy days.

Note: I really need to learn to write this stuff down right when/after it happens so I don’t forget things ;p

I had to make myself wake up this afternoon. Not in a “Ugh, I don’t wanna wake uuuup” kinda way. More in a “Holy crap, this dream is freaking me the HELL out, and I just wanna make sure I’m actually dreaming” kinda way. The very basic of it is that some computer genius had inadvertently produced a new type of computer that became a vector for some kind of weird alien techno-organic virus that has the ability to spread through both electronics and living creatures.

Yeah.

The whole thing played out like some kind of strange movie. There was an “aside” of the computer inventor genius guy talking to someone else about how he was going to be rich and famous because of this new machine, etc, etc. And while he’s talking, somehow the alien virus sneaks into the machine and begins propogating across the “new” internet that is supposed to make this machine so wonderful. Like, it’s kind of like an electric transfer or something. There’s no mutant critter sneaking into the machine. It just kinda zaps into it, or something.

Then it switches to me, and I’m marveling over this great new laptop I’ve acquired (from aforementioned computer genius guy). Now, at this point in the dream, apparently, the virus is a known problem (though the jump to living creatures hasn’t been connected yet), but for some reason I was thinking that I could keep it from hitting me, even though, it seemed like the rest of the world was in chaos. Though that could’ve just been dream weirdness, and not necessarily connected to the virus (yet :p).

Anyway, I’m not going to go through the whole thing, because there was a good portion of the dream that was me playing with this computer, and catching the virus a bunch of times before it could infect my system, and kind of laughing at people who it caught. Apparently the system used fingerprint recognition for multiple functions, one of which was getting rid of virii (which apparently also includes using radar or something like that to detect where — or at least which direction — the infection originally came from). But, eventually people started getting sick, and I noticed that all the people I knew that were sick also had the virus in their machines. So I kind of put two and two together, and figured it out.

So all of a sudden I’m extremely paranoid about being anywhere near anyone that’s got this virus either on their computer, or on themselves, and am constantly telling people to cover their faces and take all kinds of weird precautions if they’re around anyone that’s sick, etc., etc. Well, near the end, somehow this sneaky alien virus thing managed to get into my system without me knowing. Basically, I was checking to make sure my system was clean, and it seemed alright. But once the scan was done, the screen kind of went red, and the little virus indicator light thingy blipped on, and my jaw just dropped and I was like, “Oh shit.” So I do the little radar scan thing to see if I can figure out how the heck it managed to get in there, and the little..um..thingy (at times it was like one of those radar dishes you see on ships, and sometimes it was just a vague notion of something indicating direction) spun around beeping for a minute then pointed at me, then spun around for a minute more and stopped working.

But then the entire machine started moving. It kinda jumped around a little, then made a bee-line straight for me. It freaked me the hell out, and all I could think to do was hit the fingerprint pad to shut it off. Apparently it worked, because it stopped jumping around and the computer turned off. At some point in this part of the dream, I suddenly started worrying that I wasn’t dreaming, and suddenly wondered what the hell was going to happen if this was all real.

Anyway, so, of course, I go screaming out to my dad and try to tell him about the virus making people sick, and about what happened. But he’s in the middle of packing the car so we can evacuate (like I said, weird chaos) and didn’t want to listen. But I grabbed his arm and was like, “You have to look! Look what this thing is doing!” so I put the computer on the car and start it up, and proceed to go through the whole radar search thingy again. This time the radar points at me, and the machine starts beeping and going crazy and jumping around at me all at the same time.

I think probably the only funny thing about this entire dream was the look on my dad’s face when he saw that. His jaw just dropped, and he looked like I’d felt the first time it happened. Heh, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I grinned like an idiot in my sleep. Anyway, so I grab the computer and try to shut it off again, but it starts to clamp closed. I manage to wedge my fingers in there before it can all the way and am trying to pry it back open. My dad and someone else (random vague dream person) are trying to help me, or pull the thing away from me or something. And I realize that I must have the virus too, and am terrified that it’ll spread to them, and I scream out for them to get the hell away from me, as I’m struggling with this laptop. It ends up closing on my left hand (though it doesn’t hurt for some reason), and I’m now trying to get my fingers out. And I’m yelling at them to stay the hell away, and that they have to tell everyone what the heck is going on.

Right before I woke up, I managed to get my hand free. It’s actually kind of more like the machine spits it out. and clamped around my fingers (kinda stuck) is a piece of the laptop. I pry it off my fingers and open it up and realize it’s the fingerprint pad, and just think, “Oh, this is bad…” (implying that the virus/computer doesn’t need a user anymore, and is some evil thing bent on world domination *MUAHAHAHAAA*). Um, anyway, at this point, I think to myself, that I absolutely have to wake myself up (even if I still want to see what happens), and make sure that it’s not real. So suddenly I open my eyes, and I’m laying on my stomache, and my heart is pounding and I’m breathing hard like I’m terrified :p

The end. Thank ye gods.

More weird dreams this morning. Nothing really impressive, story-wise, but…just weird. I was married (or at least it seemed that way) to a guy that I’d dated (in real life) in high school, who had, at the time, been a somewhat unsavory character, but in the dream was a decent if slightly mislead guy (the broody, intense, “bad-boy” type). We were living in this tiny apartment — like it consisted of a galley kitchen, 1 bathroom (with only a standing shower, sink, and toilet), living/sleeping area and a strip of about 6′ of extra space for..whatever I guess that spanned the width of the apartment, with really dim lights. About the only nice thing was that there were windows all the way around the open area of the apartment, so we had a nice view and lots of natural light during the day. The apartment was probably the thing I remember the most vividly, and mostly because it was so cramped. But the only activity I really remember is us trying to have a barbeque, and invite friends over. But we had to have the grill inside in one of the corners with the windows wide open, because a) it was raining, and b) for some reason, we weren’t allowed to use a grill (open flame hazard?). Plus like four people came over and I was trying to move stuff around so there’d be enough room for everyone in the apartment. At one point, I was moving our couch around, and was trying to explain to one of the guests what a futon was (don’t ask, I have no clue why), and I was trying to kind of use the couch as an example, when I realized, Hey! The couch IS a futon! And I felt like a dork. Um…yeah, well it was a weird dream, in any case. It had an eerie atmosphere for some reason (the probably doesn’t translate well here :p).

It seemed I was traveling through a kind-of-village in the woods somewhere. Heh, I remember thinking as an aside that it reminded me of a NERO campsite. Somewhere along the way I met two other people. A guy, who’s name, I think, was Iyuki (did I mention that this whole dream reminded me of some weird anime? everyone wore kimonos — including me — and even faces reminded me of anime), and some other girl who faded into the background and disappeared as quickly as she showed up. Anyway, it turned out that Iyuki and I were headed in the same direction, so we traveled together. I remember kind of watching myself and actually being part of the dream at the same time, and thinking I seemed more “delicate” than normal. I’m not really sure that gets the right idea across, but it’ll work for now. The next part of the dream is blurry, but I remember there being one or two “adventures” that we went on together before we reached our destination which — strangely enough — was Iyuki’s home. Continue reading →