I had a terrifying dream - needed to get this one out · 2:28am Dec 23rd, 2019
I...had a nightmare a week ago, a pretty disturbing one.
I haven't watched a zombie film in a very long time, the last one being Shaun of The Dead, a favourite of mine that I haven't seen since a few months. The dream I'm about to tell you about freaked me out, and I'm pretty freaked about it right now as I write this. As a matter of fact, this is a topic I'm scared about all together as a whole, a fear. Makes sense it's illustrated through my nightmares, doesn't it?
Well, from what I remember - it was a zombie apocalypse setting. I was in a van with my family, like the Chrysler my dad used to drive, but white. I was in the back, behind the passenger seat on the left, placing me directly next to the sliding side door. We had crashed and almost veered off a cliff on the coast, stopping just in time before going over, having been speeding to avoid a zombie horde.
The van wouldn't start. The zombies were still coming up and getting closer from behind and we are all panicking. I look over my shoulder to see one of them come up to the side of the van, and he slowly trudges by my window, and I'm like, ''he's coming! Where's the damn lock?! For Christ's sake, start the damn van!'' On the handle, which had a giant black button to open the door, there was a smaller butter beneath it. The person sitting next to me, a girl, pushed it in hurriedly and the door locked.
She did it just in time because the zombie had come towards my door and he had began to pull at the handle, oddly enough. You'd think a zombie wouldn't know how to work a handle, being dead and all, but he kept trying to yank open the door, and here I am, strapped in my seat by my seatbelt, trying to hold the door back, even with it being locked shut. If the lock broke from the excessive pulling, I'd get eaten alive.
What disturbed me about this one zombie was his appearance - red button-up shirt, dark tan-coloured trousers, about middle-aged, fat, and he had a gaping, blood-oozing hole where his right eye should have been. He made a god-awful moaning sound as he tried to open my side door, and I was shitting myself. The worst part about my dreams is that I can feel everything as if I'm actually there, like a lucid dream but I'm not able to control what I'm doing, I'm just very realistically aware of what's happening and what my atmosphere is like. I feel pain, too.
And that was that. The dream just ended, I woke up, was terrified, didn't want to sleep, and I spent the rest of the night with the TV on while watching Rick and Morty, trying to escape the terrifying ordeal I witnessed so clearly it was like a near-death experience.
I just needed to vent that. It was getting me worked up and ringing my anxiety bell. I think it was because I watched Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark twice, thinking about the second friend's disappearance, Oggy, with that walking corpse story, Who Ate My Toe?, which MLP's version, Who Took My Rusty Horseshoe?, came from. Oh, bugger me...
sometimes your mind just goes out of it's way to scare you for whatever reason: I remember this one nightmare I myself had a while back that could have been it's own horror game/movie/whatever in it's own right: five words: mosquitoes the size of dogs; ...well, okay: they weren't THAT big (maybe the size of a chihuahua at largest), but still pretty big: due to a science experiment gone wrong, they had increased in size, gained a swarm mentality, and heightened intelligence on top of that...and on top of THAT, you know how when you stomp on a cockroach or something, the guts spray out? well, the guts for these mega-mosquitoes not only kept moving after they were killed and were trying to dig their way underground; I had woken up before I could find out for certain, but my guess is that they would developed an even STRONGER form afterwards, kind of like how the zombies turned into Crimson Heads if you didn't burn the corpses in some of the Resident Evil games...
Your dream would make fun interesting fan fiction story on this website. I've had more than a few scary dreams most of them involved me being murdered horribly.
The mind is a wonderful servant but a terrible master