I had one of the weirdest dreams of my life last night. It was like a movie. The first thing I remember was sitting in a room with other people (who I don't recognise, but knew in my dream) and then being invited to sit in a row of seats in an elevated simulator device. Then the guide announced that we were part of a zombie experience and were then each given a weapon (in order to defend ourselves). My weapon was a bizarre knife thing, that was very awkward to use and kept changing size and ergonomics each time I looked at it (actually, everything shifts around in my dream, nothing stays the same for very long). Then the zombies appeared. They were a mixture of the slow moving ones from the 1960s films and the more recent 28 Days Later, fast moving ones. They attacked us where we were sitting and I knew (from experience with dealing with zombies) that only beheading would be effective. I killed one with my knife thing, but then I lost it. Somehow our simulator shifted into a train and we made a run for it down the carriage. After trying to evade them for a while on the train, I went through a door and somehow ended up at a manor house. Still lacking a weapon, I hide and then tried to escape by getting onto the roof. Unfortunately, a zombie was there waiting for me. It was like my brain was conspiring to get me killed. Desperation took hold and I had no choice but to fight the zombie with what ever I could find. I resorted to flinging roof tiles at it. I did a fair bit of damage to it, but alas did not kill it. Hmm. I have forgotten what happened next. I should have really written this down as soon as I woke up, but I got distracted and forgot. It was really vivid and my first reaction when I awoke was 'That was mental'. Zombie/apocalyptic dreams seem to be a recurring theme at the moment. Weird. I had another dream a while ago wherein I was trying to find a refuge after the apocalypse had hit the world. I was in a large horse van with my friend, driving through woodlands. I was sitting (in hindsight, rather dangerously) on top of the van and I turned around and saw another van approach. It was driven by cannibals (obviously), who wanted to kill and eat us. We started driving erratically to evade them and somehow we did. We then found the refuge and there I met my flatmates, Nick and Kat. I was concerned for the safety of my brother, and so I texted him using my new camera (which bizarrely had the ability to send texts). He was safe in Paris. I was then called to a big meeting and we all crammed ourselves in this meeting hall. I was sitting next to Kat. Another member of the meeting asked a question and Kat decided to reply using a limerick. Instead of just saying it, she decided to sing it. In front of everyone. It was weird. I then woke up and thought 'What the fuck is wrong with me?'.
Dreams are weird.
