Just to get straight to it, I'm dreaming that I'm working in a factory. For some reason I'm wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans. I don't own a flannel shirt but I do have plenty of jeans. Also I haven't worked a factory job in years and I can't even tell what kind of factory it was. All of a sudden a group of psychopathic hillbillies just start shooting up the place. Two of them were guys and one was a woman and none of them looked attractive at all. They were just on a shooting spree. It was pretty nuts. Out of no where I get shot in the head by the woman.
Now rather than the dream simply ending it gets even weirder. Like I can't see or move but... I can still hear what's going on in the building. Just people screaming and those insane hillbillies laughing maniacally shooting people. It was pretty screwed up. Next thing I know it's some time later and guess what? I'm now a zombie. Still wearing the same clothes but now my skin is a dark blue of some kind. I don't look too bad but I can tell I have some obvious wounds. Rather than your run of the mill dumb cannibalistic zombie I actually seem to be functioning just fine with the exception I can't speak well. As I walk around I see there are other zombies like myself and no one is freaking out or anything. It was like zombies were accepted among society but treated like they were handicapped or something.
Ya know those dreams that feel so vivid and realistic you could swear you can actually feel and touch certain things? Well as I look at my right hand I notice the tip of bone sticking out of my middle finger. As I tried to pull the skin of my finger up I could feel the flesh of my hand moving against bone like a glove. There wasn't any pain just this icky gross feeling of my skin feeling loose against the bones. It felt really weird. Of course it gets even more weird.
At one point my sister decides to take me out to eat. I have no idea why. We go to a small restaurant and the lady working behind the counter looks at me and simply says "Oh you'll want to give him meat." like she wasn't frightened or anything. Probably because there were other people and zombies alike just chilling out. And I figure maybe meat is what zombies are supposed to have? Lady comes back and gives me a Styrofoam container with some breaded chicken nuggets. My only reaction is, "Nuggets!" as I said in a low moaning zombie way. No living flesh or nothing nope! Just nuggets. They looked almost homemade. I assume they tasted good because even as a zombie I was enjoying them.
Then out of nowhere I hear those same hillbilly psychos attacking the restaurant. Rather than run like a lot of people were doing I just thought maybe now that I'm an undead zombie... I could take these fools down! So I walk into the back and notice the hillbillies now looked MUCH different than last time I saw them. They were mutants. What kind of mutants you ask?
The best way I could describe them, they looked like humanoid lion fish. Their skin was this slimy yellow with light blue colored spots. Those big barbs that lion fish have stuck out on the sides of their hands and on their backs. It was pretty damn weird. But zombie me didn't care as I took a swipe at one of them and gave him a deep gash on his back. But the dude showed no sign that it hurt him in the slightest but instead looked at me in a very annoyed way, then proceeded to chuck my zombie hide out of a nearby window. That's pretty much where the dream ends.
I still remember waking up and thinking to myself "What the hell was that? Is there something wrong with me? Not saying you have to but if there's any one out there who knows how to interpret dreams at all, I'm curious of what you think of all this crazy nonsense. It was also brought to my attention that apparently I was wearing the same clothing as a notable zombie from the film Dawn of the Dead which I've never watched once in my life. Pretty freaky coincidence if you ask me.
Any thoughts on this madness?