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#8: The Grocery Store

Not sure why but zombie-themed dreams always end up being romantically tragic for me???

So this guy crushes on this girl (is it me? or am I just the spectator? Hard to tell in Dreamland) back in high school. They have the same friend group and they get along really well, have a great connection, but nothing ever comes from it because he’s too nervous and thinks she’s way out of his league. Maybe she’s also in a relationship during this time, I can’t remember that part of the “movie”. So they drift apart and just move on with their lives.

She gets married young and has two small children. She and her husband move to greener pastures. He’s out, probably well-educated, living his life in some successful career. But life hits them with some curveballs and they both come back home in different stages of their lives.

Now she’s divorced and a single mother. The ex husband’s probably shit given that he’s not present in the dream. I’m thinking she comes back to her hometown after the divorce, and lives with her dad. They spend some time mending their dysfunctional relationship (hence marrying young amirite). So she’s been back for a couple years rebuilding herself. She’s in a good spot, working at some humble job finally feeling herself after years of being “the wife and mom”. Her dad and her are doing great and she finally feels self-sufficient and stable.

Crushboy also returns home after finding himself unfulfilled in the big city. But now this boy is back as a man, just trying to find himself too. He spent so long grinding, trying to feel some sort of success since he felt his life back home was such a failure. Coming back home was hard, but his mom told him to not let his past haunt him, and not be afraid to look back. So he’s back, and after a few months home, he’s slowly getting that contentment he needed.

And suddenly, they see each other at the grocery store, shocked that anyone from their high school is still around. You know that moment when you see an old classmate in the wild. It’s always at the damn grocery store. He sees her kids in the cart, which causes some pause. She is a little embarrassed but looks defiantly, dukes up, waiting for his reaction. Despite her worry, he instantly connects with them. They’re cute, sweet, friendly, all that jazz. After a brief chat he tells her he’d like to catch up more. She’s surprised because she feels like she’s “damaged goods”. But he insists. That old spark is rekindled and he’s not holding back this time.

So cue the romance budding, he finally confesses his feelings. She digs deep and realizes maybe she felt the same but was too up her own ass to act on it, and too complacent in waiting on him to do something about it. But here it is - their second chance. They both came home to start fresh, and now they can share this new chapter together. They date, they make love, they sing songs from high school in his car. She’s screaming her head off in the passenger’s seat and he’s smiling ear to ear, overcome with joy of what he’s always wanted.

It’s your classic romantic movie, it’s a beautiful story, everything’s great....aaaand then GENRE CHANGE.

In the background of all this are subtle hints of an “outbreak”. Symptoms are severe - the new rabies? People are showing signs of leprosy and onset psychotic episodes. Their red blood count levels are dangerously low, draining the blood supply. Vaccines are aggressively being dished out, but the virus mutates at an alarming rate and soon the symptoms are beyond severe. The psychotic episodes turn into violent attacks of cannibalism. Basically....yeah, zombies.

So soon this hometown gets infected. Let’s say it’s remote and takes a while to rear its ugly head. Soon the town is overtaken. Now it turns into a survival movie. We went from “Notebook”-status to full on “The Road” as far as tone change. A fucking wallop to the side of the spectator’s head. Some people hole up in the grocery store, including the guy, girl and her two kids. They’re managing, but like any zombie film, the numbers are overwhelming. People start dying off here and there. Panic sets in and the grocery store is ripped apart, mainly by human chaos.

We get to the point where they need to get out. Guy still has his keys to the car for the last resort escape if the grocery store falls through. They’re almost out, then suddenly a zombie pops out of no where (foreshadowing of his presence is probably sprinkled through the last act). He gets at the guy and bites a chunk out his neck. Girl is mortified and stabs the fucker in the head with a weapon. She screams, the kids are screaming. She approaches him to help and he quickly shouts at her to get the kids to the car while he wraps his neck with bandages he had already packed.

She obeys and gets the kids in the car, instructing the older daughter to honk if they need help, but they’re hidden and relatively safe. She goes back in the store to retrieve the guy so they can get the hell out of there.

But there he is, slumped in an aisle near the door. He presses on his gushing neck in vain, as the bandages are fully soaked. She sees, her eyes widen and her face drops. He’s not gonna make it. She throws that thought out and drops to her knees, desperately trying to lift his limp body.

“C’mon, we gotta go. Get up. Please. I can’t do this. You’ll be okay, let’s go. Please!”

“I don’t think I’m gonna...you’re gonna have to keep moving.”

“No, no! You can do this, we can do this, just please....”

She sobs as the realization creeps in, that he’s right.

“I can’t do this,” she whimpers, “How THE FUCK this fair?!” she screams.

“It’s...pretty fucked up,” he sputters slightly chucking. “But listen, I need you to listen to me,” he instructs caressing her shoulder as she looks up from her hysteria.

“After we graduated...I felt like I wasn’t alive. I just felt like I was just existing, like something was missing. And I felt like I did all this shit with work to be something. To have done something. And still I just felt so dead.”

“Then I came back, and I saw you. And it was like...I was revived. And these last few months,” he sputters, and takes a deep breath, “I feel like I’ve already lived an entire life just getting to be with you. Like this. I finally know what it’s like to have lived...to know what it was all for. It was for you, and those kids. I get it now...I’ve never felt so at peace. I feel it now...”

His eyes fade...his deep eye contact turns as he looks on, with peaceful eyes. His pupils glass over, in permanent contentment.

She stifles a scream, and begins to heave, taking in the shock and grief. She cries into his chest, and whispers that she loves him. She hears the car horn beep in the distance. She looks up, eyes filled with drive and rage.

She emerges out of the store, his blood on her jacket. She screams, “Close your eyes and hide for Mommy!” As she sees the children duck under the seats, she grabs a scavenging zombie off the car and throws its decaying emaciated body to the pavement. She strikes its head, over and over. It’s long dead, but she strikes. Blood spattering, saturating her face chest but all she can do is pant and scream.

Cut to final scene. She’s driving his car, with the kids quietly playing in the background. Driving on a desolate freeway with cars crashed here and there on the side. Headed somewhere, and nowhere. Her face is numb. Cut to black.

And that was my fucking dream the other goddamned day.

#dream #dream journal #zombies #tragic romance #movie plot #movies that would never get picked up #cry #sad #anxiety dreams #anxiety

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dreamemento-blog · 15 years

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Haven't had any good/memorable dreams lately :(

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dreamemento-blog · 15 years

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#7: Burn

I was in my grandmother's house watching some concert on television. It was some late 70s rock band. The singer of the band had dark shaggy hair. Then all of the sudden he pulls out a Pomeranian puppy and lights a spot of its fur aflame. My eyes widened in my dream, anxious to know what he was going to do next. Then he throws it into the crowd and people are throwing this little puppy around as the fire engulfs its tiny little body. I stormed out of the room before I could watch anything else. I was traumatized. Thank goodness I woke up and it was all just a dream.

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#6: Bite

I only remember a part of my dream. Someone told me to watch for snakes, or to at least avoid getting bitten. Well of course that's exactly what happened. I was walking on a road when all of the sudden I fall into a giant crack. I'm stuck and my hand's sticking out. Then there's this huge fucking red snake slithering closer and closer. It scares the shit out of me and I can hear myself screaming. I look away knowing it's right by my hand then I suddenly feel a pain in my fingertip. Then I feel his teeth sink into me, but for some reason it feels good. It's painful, but pleasurable. After it's done I'm in a classroom talking about the bite, trying to look for the wound, and it looks like two paper cuts next to eachother. Do I have a snake and/or pain fetish? Is this a religious symbol? And why does such a huge snake give me such a tiny wound?

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#5: Cabin

I think this was the first dream in a long time where there was cohesive dialogue. It actually played out like a typical story on the silver screen. I don''t really know where I was, but once again I think it was some sort of school a college campus, since we dormed, yet we dormed in cabins. Anyway, I made eyes at one student: male, light brown hair, blue eyes (for once I can remember what he looks like) and a kind face. I got the hunch in my dream that we already became friends, like the dawn of our friendship ended up as being a deleted scene in the DVD extras. We got along really well, great chemistry. Yet this friendship seemed like the farthest we got since my dream cut to a scene where I was watching some girl ferociously flirt with my guy BFF, and he flirted back. I remember her asking him out and he agreed, followed by them oddly making out. I guess this was my dream's satiric way of showing that this girl was easy. But in the dream, I felt that I was happy for my friend, that he got a girl and he could have fun. The dream cut to the scene of their date: She was dressed as a nurse and stumbling drunk. He escorted her to a bus and I remember her saying something along the lines that the date sucked and he would never be good enough for her, ''You and your dumb village.'' Then he ran back to the dorm cabins, banging on my door, asking for me.

That was probably the part of the dream where we both realize we were made for each other, but of course my dreams never grant me any fortune, so my dream changes into a whole different situation. I'm sitting in a classroom that resembles someone's quaint British living room. We're sitting in a circle and it's established that the students are pretty intelligent, including myself (teehee). I think the era of this part of my dream was in the 1990s, judging from the style. A black guy was talking about how he had to take on the habit of smoking cigarettes in order to get accepted in college. He claimed he looked smarter as a black man with glasses, short dreads, and smoking cigarettes. I just looked at him and disagreed. I told him people smoking cigarettes generally look repulsive. I then drifted off on the subject saying that ''Smoking has a different connotation for opposing genders. When I see a woman smoking, I think she looks like trash. But actually she could also look like she was sophisticated...but, it still looks worse on a woman smoking than a man. But when a male smokes, I'm just like, 'Eh, whatever. Good for him.'' Then the professor brings out an example, challenging my view of men smoking. The example was some fat and tall 70 year-old man in his tighty-whities smoking a cigar. She brings him in front of me and asks, "So what do you think of him?" I have no idea how this would change my views...I already said it generally looked disgusting on everyone, but my phone rang in reality, and I woke up.

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#4: Cult

For some reason I felt like I was in NorCal. It seemed like I was in a college environment, yet the setting was like my elementary school. Whenever I dream about school, it always reverts back to elementary school. Same bungalos (sp?), playgrounds, and what not. My best friend was some hot mulatto guy. After a while the people were going nuts, like some wickerman shit. They didn't want us to leave, so they all lined up across the field, in front of the exit of the school. The only way we could escape was on a Radio Flyer. I was rushing my best friend to join me in getting the fuck out of there but he wanted to stay. I'm guessing he got brainwashed. I don't remember whether he joined me or not, but I managed to roll away from the cult. I somehow got to this astrojump fair, and I started sliding down inflatable slides with some 13 year-old boys. I probably was a 13 year-old boy at this point in my dream. It was pretty fun. Then it started raining, so the fun was over. The end.

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"Oh, how fucked up is this, I dreamt I was Alexis Bledel's bf and there was heavy petting going on and she stops and says she wants to take things slow..I can't even get laid in my dreams. My subconscious even knows she wouldn't fuck me just like that 'C'mon man, I'm your subconscious, not a magician.'"

I'll leave the source anonymous, haha.

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This song is appropriate

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#3: Town

I have a recurring dream of being in this underground city. The only way to access it is to go to the very edge of the beach. Then there's some sort of wooden cellar door that leads to the town. You open it and the first thing you see is a golden shell shop. They mostly sell chandeliers. Then you walk out further and there's an entire bright, sparkling metropolitan city. It's a mesh of San Diego, NYC and Paris. Don't know why really...anyway the catch is, there's a giant river in the city. One side of the river is the high rise, and the other side is the projects. They resemble the streets from GTA: San Andreas, as well as the ghettos of Mexicali, MX. Yes of course this is a reflection of my experiences. I've been to parts of this city in multiple dreams. There's mainly a mall, an arcade and easter eggs.

The Mall: It's a big mall, it has Coldstones there, where I actually used to work. I once went into the shoe department. They sold blenders too. There was also an electronic section that sold toys and nostalgic video games and VHS tapes. I'm pretty sure there was an alien that lived in the walls of that electronic store. I broke down the wall to find it. He's still there.

The Arcade: The arcade is big, yet feels tight. It's old and dark with a lot of bright games and small rides. I don't like going in there. It's noisy inside yet it appears to be empty most of the time. One dream I felt so uncomfortable there, I escaped on a shopping cart.

Easter Eggs: On the ghetto side of the river, there's a vacant house. The yard is overcome with dead plants and ancient pottery. There are a lot of vines and it's blocked off with a metal gate. I walk through it into the house and it looks like some old colonial house. Everything is made with dark brown wood. Even the Mexican family that lived there looked like they were from the 18th century.

Another hidden area is in the mall. There's a yogurt shop owned by some older Asian woman with a bob haircut. Right across from it is a purse and jewelry shop. They have nice stuff there.

I walked around the beach as well, there's overcast and there are a lot of people doing whatever. I once looked far out in the distance and saw some house within the trees. I wonder who lives there?

Back in the underground city, there's a road that leads to a volcano. It's a long path and crosses over a giant field. I drove down it somehow, and when I finally got to the volcano, it was a beachy town. There's a quaint seafood restaurant. Sandy and windy. I walk further into this town and I realize it's the entrance to the city, right under that wooden cellar door.

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