This Zombie dream had me thinking of Michael Jackson's Thriller music video, despite the difference in Zombie speed. The zombies were really slow there and when they converged on Michael's girl, they seemed to only want to hug her or something. I literally remember thinking, "Just let them get you. They just want to touch or hug you. This will all be over soon." This all stems from my defeatest attitude that occasionally surfaces. My line is, "If my life were a horror movie, I'd play the extra. (yes, even in my own horror movie). And I'd be one of the first extras to die."
Anyways, contrary to the Thriller Zombies, there was no mistaking what they wanted to do in my dream. I saw them take a bite out of one of the people running away with me. Man, that sucked. And then, if I remember correctly, I was cornered by one and I thought, "ok, this shouldn't hurt. This is just a dream. They can't really bite me." But no, they bit me, and it hurt. **sad face**
I've been having weirdo dreams for as long as I could remember. They're always vivid. I know some people who barely remember any of their dreams. I, on the other hand, remember my dreams amazingly well and often. At times, I even experience physical pain. I remember having a dream when I was a kid, younger than 9, and Freddy Kruger was chasing me. At the end of the dream, I remember running towards a white door, because apparently that door meant safety. Just as I reached it, he slashed at my back-which hurt like hell- and I woke up with my back hurting. I asked my sister to look at my back and she saw four scratches across the part of my back I couldn't have cleanly scratched myself. I know most people would say I hurt my back (somehow scratching myself on my mattress) while I was sleeping and the Freddy Kruger dream resulted from that. Blah blah blah. And it's not like I really believe Freddy Kruger was attacking me. It's the mystery of the scratch marks that freak me out more than anything else.
My dreams have been disturbing in other ways. When I was 13 and living in Palestine, my dreams revolved around religion and the End of Times for months. I still have my journal that I used to write in documenting this craziness. I guess it's then that my sleeping problems first started. I was 13/14 and did not want to sleep at night because my dreams felt too real. I was so frustrated that I couldn't just dream about stupid things like Freddy Kruger any more. No, I had to dream about the end of times night after night. And if you believe in them, that's scarier than anything else-or any monster- you can dream of.
But of course I have my amazingly stupid and pointless dreams. Those are my favorite. There are two that stick out in my head. In one dream- my friends and I call it the infamous "Fruit of the Loom"dream-the guys dressed up as fruit from the Fruit of the Loom commercials are chasing me. They were angry. I'm laughing even as I tell you this because it's so amazingly funny even til this day. And the fact that my friends and I know what I'm talking about when I say, "The Fruit of the Loom" dream also tickles me.
In amazingly stupid dream #2 there's a chicken-man. His head is a man's head, his body is a chicken. What does chicken-man do? He takes a bite out of his own wings. I'd like to think that if any of us had delicious chicken wings for arms, we'd do the same. Anyways, I remember this being so funny that I laughed WHILE I was sleeping. Upon seeing my sleep-laugh, mom woke me up asking, "what's so funny?" The chicken-man dream still cracks me up, even if it sounds lame to everyone around me. Come on! The guy ate his own chicken-wing arms!!! That's hilarious!
Those are enough dream revelations for you, Cyber World.
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