A zombie dream with no zombies
2013-Oct-28, Monday 23:08![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorchadas
Just the threat of zombies, which actually made it a lot more sinister, I think.
I was in Geneva, but it wasn't really Geneva. It actually looked a lot like Tokyo if Tokyo had been scaled down so that no building was more than ten stories tall, but I still knew it was Geneva because of that odd certainty you have in dreams. There was some kind of festival going on--I think it was a marathon or something--but anyway, the streets were filled with people. Despite the festival settings, the mood was pretty grim. There were a lot of odd rumors going around and people holding worried conversations, talking about riots happening far away, news of disturbances, that kind of thing. It was really Masque of the Red Death, actually.
I remember it being really jump-cutty, if that's a legitimate word. There'd be a scene where I'd overhear some people talking about how they hadn't heard from a friend for a while, and then I'd be somewhere else watching the runners but also seeing how everyone else was distracted and seeing the worried looks on people's faces, constantly ramping up the tension. The end result is that I slept pretty poorly and constantly woke up, and of course since it was one of those dreams, I just end up falling back into it once I fell asleep again.
It all came to a head in the early morning, when in the dream I started hearing this kind of odd roaring sound in the distance, maybe like crowds of people running. It was a marathon (I think?), but this was still really loud and out of character for the race. Some of the people nearby started looking around worriedly, and I looked in the direction of the noise and saw people running as fast as they can towards us and away from whatever was making the noise, and that was it. I had had enough, and I took off through the crowd away from whatever the other people were running from. I think I might have attended the festival with some friends, but at that point, everything was forgotten in my haste to get away. I ran for a few moments and then I woke up, my heart racing and almost sending me running up and out of bed before I realized where I was and that I was perfectly safe.
The last zombie dream I remember involved a lot more Resident Evil IV-style atmosphere, with me and whoever else was in the dream with me crowbaring and shooting them down by the dozen. I didn't even see a single zombie in this dream--I didn't even know if they were zombies, it might have been a Martian invasion or demons from Hell a la Doom--and it was a whole lot scarier than that other dream. Truly was it said:
I was in Geneva, but it wasn't really Geneva. It actually looked a lot like Tokyo if Tokyo had been scaled down so that no building was more than ten stories tall, but I still knew it was Geneva because of that odd certainty you have in dreams. There was some kind of festival going on--I think it was a marathon or something--but anyway, the streets were filled with people. Despite the festival settings, the mood was pretty grim. There were a lot of odd rumors going around and people holding worried conversations, talking about riots happening far away, news of disturbances, that kind of thing. It was really Masque of the Red Death, actually.
I remember it being really jump-cutty, if that's a legitimate word. There'd be a scene where I'd overhear some people talking about how they hadn't heard from a friend for a while, and then I'd be somewhere else watching the runners but also seeing how everyone else was distracted and seeing the worried looks on people's faces, constantly ramping up the tension. The end result is that I slept pretty poorly and constantly woke up, and of course since it was one of those dreams, I just end up falling back into it once I fell asleep again.
It all came to a head in the early morning, when in the dream I started hearing this kind of odd roaring sound in the distance, maybe like crowds of people running. It was a marathon (I think?), but this was still really loud and out of character for the race. Some of the people nearby started looking around worriedly, and I looked in the direction of the noise and saw people running as fast as they can towards us and away from whatever was making the noise, and that was it. I had had enough, and I took off through the crowd away from whatever the other people were running from. I think I might have attended the festival with some friends, but at that point, everything was forgotten in my haste to get away. I ran for a few moments and then I woke up, my heart racing and almost sending me running up and out of bed before I realized where I was and that I was perfectly safe.
The last zombie dream I remember involved a lot more Resident Evil IV-style atmosphere, with me and whoever else was in the dream with me crowbaring and shooting them down by the dozen. I didn't even see a single zombie in this dream--I didn't even know if they were zombies, it might have been a Martian invasion or demons from Hell a la Doom--and it was a whole lot scarier than that other dream. Truly was it said:
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
-H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature
