I think I Caused a Zombie Apocalypse

   Last night I dreamed I was on a train, we were with a group, both on a train and in vehicles following the train, trying to get to a city surrounded by water to escape a zombie plague.

There was some commotion in one of the train cars further ahead so I was sent to investigate, the people I was with didn't trust me so they had taken my guns, so I was unarmed. When I got to the train car I found all the refugees had become zombies! How could one have gotten through? We checked everyone? Then it attacked and the mob did as well!

   A zombie wiener dog! The pet of a little boy that was with us.

   Quickly I managed to use the chairs and zombies in the train car as a ladder to get to the roof, and tried to call out to others that the car was full of zombies! They started to take the zombies out while I breathed a brief sign of relief upon escaping the zombies in the car and knowing that they were dispatching them quickly and efficiently. I was not afraid for myself when it came to zombies, I was immortal, but I did fear for the refugees I was with. Suddenly it was back, the zombie wiener dog! It attacked and I threw it off the train. It hit the ground, rolled a few times, and then was back on it's feet chasing the train! There were a number of large vehicles following, including some huge trucks, so I hoped they would run it over.

    Sitting on top of the train car further forward than the unfortunately zombie filled car I noticed the train tracks were becoming more and more uneven, causing the back two cars, the caboose and zombie car to come loose from the rest of the train! D: There was nothing I could do, but hope those in the large trucks would help out the survivors and get them to the city!

    With nothing left to do, I called down to the other people in the remaining cars (It wasn't a long train) that I was heading to the front of the train, they said "ok" and that we were "almost there". I asked for my guns back.

The island city was in view, the sun was setting, the train tracks paralleled the wide lazy river and crossed a road that went over the river in a simple two lane bridge with a shoulder. I climbed down when the train stopped and asked the guys in charge again for my guns back, which they finally gave me, one mostly matte black, the other silver-ish gray, in hip holsters. I joked with them that I had the guns before I found out about "That game with the guy with the guns", but they didn't get my joke, they had never played that game. (I think the game I was referencing in the dream was Devil May Cry by the way.)

    Suddenly BADOOM! Explosions! Gunfire!

    The remaining people in my party were alarmed, what was going on! Some started across the bridge into the city. I could see around the Train engine and tell the smoke and explosions were coming from further up the river.

"NO! DONT! They're gonna blow the bridge!" I shouted in vain as the simple utilitarian traffic bridge erupted in a shower of concrete, asphalt and bodies. The city would be cut off, and have to be self sustaining. Zombies couldn't swim, but we could.

    And so we did, those of us that were left swam to the city and met with the cities' leaders, a tired old man with a beard that looked like Rasputin was in charge of city planning and a shorter rounder man who was the Mayor. The city was packed full of people, refugees like us, who wanted to continue to live as "normal" a life as they could away from the ravages of the zombie plague.

    The man with the beard instantly didn't like me, but the group I was with had warmed up to me since it was my idea to make the swim. One of them let slip that I was immortal or something, to which the Mayor laughed and the man with the beard seemed alarmed!

    We looked around the crowded city on our own, learned they had farms in one area, and fished in another, had their own power plants, TV and radio stations, places to live, and a school bus orange public commuter train that went around the whole island to ease travel worries for city dwellers. You could have all the comforts of home and outlive the zombie apocalypse with daily updates from Chopper 5. It was a nice set up, I commended creepy Beard dude for it. He scowled back.

    The members of our party were settling in, when I got attacked outside of a hamburger restaurant! "The city planner sends his regards" and BLAM, shot in the head. The horrified employees and customers stared at my body through the large glass windows and doors there was quite a deal of blood.

    Then I started to heal and stood back up, "What was the point of that? We told him I was immortal? Did he just want to scare people and piss me off?" I then apologized the horrified people in the restaurant, "Sorry about that, don't worry, not a zombie, can't die to begin with." I left what money I had at the restaurant and went to find the City Planner.

    Still covered in my own gore and drying blood from being shot in the head I inquired to people on the street where the City Planner's office would be, to which they told me the "center of town" but one said he wouldn't be there and would instead be at home, which was some old run down apartments he kept for himself and was rather secret about. So instead of going to his office I found his house.
     He was waiting for me, "I knew you'd come."

    "Why'd you send someone to shoot me in the head?"
    "I had to know for sure it was you."
    "What?"
     "You caused all of this. You don't know it yet. I came back to stop you."
     "Are you from the future? I wasn't sure, but thought maybe because of the color of the city trains.  Look, there's no hard feelings, but I think you might have traumatized some food workers."

    He shoved me into a back room and blocked the door with some furniture, "It doesn't matter, it'll all be over soon! My job here is done!"
    "Wait are you really a time traveler?"
     And then he caught himself on fire and began cackling maniacally. There was a guy cowering in the corner of the back room sobbing, "We're gonna die, he has them...he has them."
    "I'm not gonna die, has what?"

    A hand and then another partial hand began beating on the window, the smoke from the Bearding Man fire began to roll into our little room from the gap above the furniture and the ceiling, the Bearded man had stopped laughing, he was pretty dead. More hands beating on the window, moaning, the partial words of "Braaaains".

   "Brains, really?" I frowned and told the guy, "Stay behind me, I have guns and can't die. I'll get you out of this."
    Surprisingly he complied and I let loose on the zombies as they broke the glass.

    BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM (Real gun shots don't go Blam btw, the ones in the dream sounded real, so did the weight on the trigger.)

    Body shot body shot body shot, No effect! Headshot, the zombies still didn't go down, but I had managed to push them away from the man I had found in the room. He sat down bewildered in a chair outside the window in the small courtyard within the apartment complex. The zombie I was shooting kept coming, I kept shooting. Switching guns. I'd be out of ammo soon. Then I remembered him saying "He has them" and that there was more than one set of hands.

    He screamed, "Ahhhhhh" and I turned in time to see a female zombie crouched on him eating his face, him doing nothing to fight back.

    I shot her in the throat and she died. So then I shout the other zombie in the throat.

    "Great, now I know where to hit them."

    And then I woke up, exhausted.

AnthropologicalComicCon and the Fridge of Jerky

Last night I dreamed I was in a large anthropology museum, connected to a series of underground tunnels where maple syrup was collected, and vast amounts of amber (some of which I picked up, one large piece was really gello-y). Anyway as I went through the museum I found TV screens playing the tv show BONES and a large number of light weight boats, which I regularly picked up and carried around for fun.

Then we got to the small comic convention in the main portion of the museum. I nearly knocked over some displays with a boat I was carrying and had to put it back. Afterward I stopped at a table who's work I recognized, and whose full sized refrigerator got my attention. Before I put the boat back I sat it on the ground and asked a football player jock guy who'd been trying to flirt with me what it was. He couldn't name it, and walked around it puzzled. A few moments later I informed him it was called a "boat" and that I wasn't interested in him, then I put the boat back away.

At the table sat Aaron Diaz (who writes and draws the comic Dresden Codak), working on a small laptop and showing some fans some animated intros he had to watch in order to get to his website to update it and/or work. The animations were done by my friend Gemma Bright, who to my surprise Diaz was a fan of. We talked for a short time about her work then as the videos played some of the fans around the table asked Diaz questions; about how long it takes him to do pages, what techniques he does, if he was working on other projects.
         "It's funny you should ask, I'm almost done with a joint project featuring Alan Tudyk and Nathan Fillion." he then began searching for a preview trailer to show us, as my attention moved to the refrigerator.

        I opened it unsure of what I might find. There were packages of sandwich meat in the door, a gallon of milk in the main part of the fridge, and some sticks of beef jerky in various places under things. As I poked around the refrigerator Nathan Fillion walked up and pointed to the fridge doing hand motions like he was instructing a navy seal which way to go on a mission. I complied, and moved all the sandwich meat to one bin, leaving only the beef jerky sticks in the bottom of the door sections. Did he want the beef jerky sticks? Was he going to put more in the fridge? Why did Diaz have a full sized fridge at his table anyway? Sure it would come in handy at a con, but still.
      Nathan Fillion moved in closer to the fridge as I backed away, then---
      Peppy jazz music with scratchy distorted drums like that which announces a late night talk show host if they were in the bottom of a fish tank burst through the scene as my phone's alarm went off. And then I woke up.

Twilight and Spiderman

  

    Last night I dreamed I was trying to read the last Twilight book, & got out my red checking pen, then sparkly vampires showed up. In the forest I was using a chinup bar when a werewolf showed up, he may have just been an older hairy guy.
    So I decided to track the werewolf, he led me to a room full of spiders.
    While in the room full of spiders I was showing the werewolf how I could squish them with my mind, then vampires showed up in the dream filing into the room and started a church service, but the two older ones leading the service had dementia and forgot what was going on, then argued but both were arguing about unrelated things and didn't know where they were. At some point in the dream I left because I found Spiderman (Specifically Ultimate Comic's Spiderman Miles Morales in Costume), who was going to stay with his Aunt who lived in some sort of parole home where she was monitored for good behavior, also she was a lawyer which didn't really come up in the dream but was something everyone in the dream knew. Spiderman's Aunt wasn't allowed to have guests, so she probably got in trouble for having us there.

    It was a weird dream.


I haven't had a lot of weird dreams I've wanted to or been able to share lately. I've been very busy with work and stuff, surprisingly the plague of Ticks we had in our house didn't give me any weird dreams about Ticks, and what few dreams I've had lately haven't been that entertaining or odd. This week I had a dream one of our dogs ate a baby, the next night I dreamed I had 4 arms and was excited I could get extra work done, and last night I dreamed whatever the hell this was.
So things seem to be on the uptick with weird dreams (no pun intended) so perhaps I'll have more updates for this blog soon. I will be out of town for about a week so don't expect anything right away!


Thanks for reading! I hope these odd dreams have entertained you all at least!

Camping Comic Commandos

The dream began with a quest to find a comic, any comic. Walking along we happened upon a comic book store, so I say to my companions "Hey look! A comic shop! Let's go in!" they say "but you make comics" and I say "yea, that's why we gotta go in, I want to see what this little town has". So we entered the small building, which was an old building, it stood alone on an old street in a dusty little run down town. Inside there were tables filled with guys working on table top gaming pieces, painting them and playing with them; the tall narrow walls of the long store were covered in posters for games mostly but some comics. I went to the back and I asked the owner if they had any comics, and he replied "Naah, no one really wants comics so we have table top miniatures" and then I left.

We then went across the street and found a Library, which happened to have a bookstore in the entrance, so we entered and looked inside. I quickly found the "manga and comics" section which I thought sounded incredibly redundant, and began looking at a set of bookshelves set up in a U shape. Two young boys were looking at books rather loudly to my left, and said "Oh! WOW! They have it! 500 pages, hard bound special edition!" I leaned around the corner to see what they were excited about, hoping it was Womanthology, but it wound up being Black Butler or something. I quickly glanced at the rack and in the dream remembered that Womanthology wasn't out yet.

We then left the book store and went outside and back to the camp site. Suddenly commandos attack! My buddies and I ran, covered one another until and took out most all the commandos everyone was safely on the helicopters. The lead commando and I were the only ones left in a field, he was a big meaty guy that jumped a chain link fence in a single bound. I had no where to run, and was low on ammo when a truck carrying one of my buddies swung back around and I hopped on. The commando was fast and big, but the truck was faster.

Then I woke up and remembered I had forgotten to brush my teeth before going to bed in the camp site, so I went to the small restroom area to brush my teeth. One of my friends was in there and mentioned a sign they saw that read "do not go to sleep on the ground" and we both wondered "why?". Perhaps there was some sort of large dangerous mammal that lived in the area and liked to eat people that slept on or close to the ground. The building was made of cinder blocks and concrete and had no doors that would close, I could see outside the small cold restroom into the darkness of the night, and thought I saw something move, the size of a large dog. I was incredibly tired, and had trouble keeping my eyes open while standing and talking to my friend, so I told them I was going to head back to camp. They indicated they were going to stay in the bathroom the night, and sleep on the counter. I had trouble finding my flashlight. We could both hear something outside. I closed my eyes.

Then I woke up and was at an unfamiliar house, a large playful Great Dane was dancing around next to the low bed I was in trying to wake me up. I roused and the dog followed me. Some other friends, people I recognized I should know greeted me in their kitchen and asked how I had slept. I said "not that great, commandos."

Then my alarm went off and I woke up.

I don't like dreams within dreams, they are quite exhausting.

Animals and the sod resort

This weekend, I dreamed I was at some big resort complex, it was built into a hillside, and in disrepair. Along the edges of the sod roof, were zig zag shaped skylight windows, some were broken, all were grungy. I was on the roof, because I had already toured the interior. The person "maintaining" or pretending to maintain the facility was asking if I was interested in staying there when I noticed a pig on one of the skylights. It wasn't very large for a domestic pig, and it didn't look at all feral, so I went over to pet it.

"No! No, don't go near that pig! It's dangerous and wild! It's already attacked 3 people!" The facility caretaker shouted.

I held my hand up, the pig looked at me, and I said, "Sit."

The pig sat, and I pet it.
The caretaker was astonished! "How did you do that?! That's Amazing!"

"Oh, that's nothing, watch," I said, and walked over to the caretaker. "Come 'ere boy!" I called, and the pig followed. About that time, more animals came over, and I proceeded to make them all sit, including a white duck, whose feathers were dyed to look like the Texas flag. I found the duck odd.

The caretaker was still astonished, "Wow, you're really good with animals, how'd you get them all to sit?"

"Like this," I said and turned to the caretaker, and held up my hand, "Sit."

He made a face, and started to squat down, but was straining not to.

"Ha, it didnt work!" he said triumphantly in a half squatted position.

"No, I guess not, but you really wanted to sit didn't you?"

He thought a moment, then squeeked, "Yes."

Then I woke up.

 

Ghost Portal Fair Ground

Last night I dreamed I was with a group of inexperienced exorcist kids, a la Blue Exorcist, and we had to go solve some ghost problem at a dusty old fair ground at night. I wasn't the most experienced but it was my dream so I had super powers lol which included some kind of ghost/demon nullifying field I emitted, which for some reason meant I was in charge. The exorcist kids went ahead of me and I told them I'd meet up with them, when I got distracted because my Brother and his rather religious family showed up and I'm thinking "oh shit this is bad this place is crawling with demons and ghosts and crap."

Naturally, I told them to stay put and I began to draw a magic circle on the ground, they kept asking what I was doing and I kept thinking "don't say magic don't say magic don't say magic." I finished drawing the circle, badly I might ad, and tell them not to leave it, but they didn't understand why.

As I was leaving the entrance of the fairground to go after the exorcist kids a Mummy came over to tell me in ancient Egyptian that the exorcist kids are lost and need my help, and that he (the Mummy, who really looked more like Frankenstein's monster, the movie one, not the one from the book) will keep an eye on things. I supposed he was a nice mummy as the magic repelling field I apparently emitted didn't work on him.

 After that, it turned into some weird magic world dream crossed with Portal 2 where I was chased by ghosts.

I liked some of the concepts of the dream, and may use them to write a short comic in the future.

-Neila

Batman's Antique Store

   Last night I dreamed I was helping out Batman at his two story antique store. Alfred agreed to watch it while Batman, me and my brother agreed to help Batman go kick some villain ass. We were about to depart, in the Batmobile, which rose out of the floor of the bottom story of the Antique Store, when an enormous mob of Antiquers showed up.
   Batman froze, unsure of what to do.
   I told him, "I'll meet you outside" then hopped out of the Batmobile and informed the group of people eager to see antiques, that "All the best and oldest stuff is upstairs!" The little old ladies quickly clawed their way upstairs, and Batman left with my brother in the Batmobile (which was a brownish black Corvette btw).
  I called to Alfred, "Sorry Alfred" and went outside, where I found an empty street at night.
  Finally after some waiting the Batmocorvette pulled up and I hopped inside (it had 4 doors, lol) and I found my brother was driving it from the passenger seat. He informed me we were to meet Batman somewhere, since he had some "business to attend to." So, we drove around, daylight eventually came, and we found ourselves in the city park, where the Batmocorvette proceeded to shrink into a cake pan with wheels and then fall apart completely.
   In the park, I noted the dozens of very large aligators that floated down the river, and said "That can't be a good sign."
   "It's only bad if they're crocodiles," my brother informed me.
   We then began to pick up the pieces of the BatmoCakepan and head out of the park.
   "Batman's going to kill us, we turned his car into a cake pan. Where were we supposed to meet him anyway?" I said, looking for the tiny wheels in the grass.
   "I don't know, he didn't say."

Then I woke up, because the phone rang.