10th October
I dreamed I was in a Japanese style house during a zombie
apocalypse. One particularly tense and memorable scene of the dream was jumping
out of a window and into a tree to escape the zombies chasing me. I stayed
there until night fell. When it suddenly got dark in my dream, all the zombies
came outside and began attacking and climbing the tree I was in, so I climbed
into the tallest branches and onto the roof of the house. I then proceeded to
the centre of the roof where there was a hatch leading down into the heart of
the house. The heart was a very small room made of steel with two small glass
windows with blood stained hand marks and gaping zombie faces peering in. The
room lit up as I dropped in and was furnished with vintage bookshelves and an
unusual rug. I had to move a polished stone onto a kind of pedestal to trigger
a flood that would purge the earth of the undead. The water wasn’t cold, wet,
and I could breathe as if it was air, but it carried me up through the
collapsing house, the waters continued to swell so much that the flow carried
me to heaven.
Weirdest dream yet by far, especially vivid too.
mate you're so weird
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