People were disappearing.
Bodies were being found without their insides.
There was a huge barn/party hall behind my(?) house.
They wanted everyone to go there to kill them. People were there that were bad, but they looked like good people in my life. Most of them from church.
Next thing you know I'm in the room where they're bringing all these people back to life. However, it's far more than that. The witchcraft had been done and skulls were lined up along all three walls of a relatively small room. Me and my partner, a taller, more attractive, white guy with brown hair, were there to stop it from happening. But as we began smashing the skulls they began to come to life. It was disturbing. They began talking. Spines began to grow from the base of the skulls. All at their individual spaces. When they'd have arms they'd reach around and drink some greenish-blue potion to help them go faster. Their bones would grow this reddish color as organs and other such parts grew out of thin air, until they become full evil human beings. We fought them as they came. Hundreds of them in a room that was so small. I had a knife. I had to plunge it into people often. Near the end, they were no longer skulls or bones, it was just people, zombie people or whatever. I still had to stop them. After gutting some guy with a mustache. I realized there were 5 girls left. Through out this whole time they had been making jokes. Funny jokes. They seemed playful enough. Heck, I was kinda taken by them. And just as I was about to plunge my knife into the side of one of those girls, my partner came up behind me. I stopped and asked if I could talk to him outside. When we stepped outside of the room, which turned out to be an hotel room(?), I hugged him. He was extremely awkward. I said I couldn't do it. I couldn't do these last 5 girls. He smiled and said it was ok. He said he had this other potion, just in case, to turn them into normal human beings so they wouldn't harm anyone. So we went back in, and there were all these people there. Like my mom, dressed all nice, my dad, the guy in charge of the orphanage in Piedras Negras, I began to get nervous/anxious/upset, like I usually do when there's alot of people.
Then there were these two dogs out on the city streets. One was this big bumbling white dog with lots of fluffy hair. He had a stick that he had forgotten belonged to his master. His friend dog reminded him of who it belonged to and ran off with it to return it. Then there was a flood and I was myself again and not that dog. And I was looking for that dog. But the streets had become rivers, literally. That dog is lost, I kept saying. Whoever was with me kept telling me "HE'S DEAD! ISN'T HE!?" I would reply, "No, I didn't say that. He's just lost."

But then again, the night before last night I dreamt I was playing some quarter worth game in the lobby of an hotel late into the night/morning. Santa then offered me a ride home. He said, "but if you're gonna come, you better do it now. None of this lolly-gagging." He was quite grumbly. I followed him to the parking lot with my back-pack. He walked towards the big white van in the empty parking lot. I thought it was funny...


I wish I did drugs to have an excuse for such dreams.

Silly
Silly... no-one ever wishes that they did drugs. You can have dreams like that without being under the influence. For example... Santa offered you a ride home? There is no such thing as Santa!! ha ha!

About the movie, yeah... it sounds kinda x-file-ish. I think that's why it is more "inspired" by a true story because the government kept it under wraps.
» kKaMa67 on 2007-01-04 02:17:50

Did you have a lot of fun in the dream? It sounds cool to me. Any kuung-fu style actions? I think drugs might give you even weirder dreams or maybe cause you to not sleep at all.
» Nuttz on 2007-01-04 09:30:48

Haha! Not shooting up and getting high anyway makes you just like me. *nodnod* I bet you looked pretty good kicking zombie ass, didn't cha? I want a puppy...
» Silver-dot- on 2007-01-04 11:36:44

I bet he looked REAL good. lol....

Yea, um...you're dreams are getting weirder - this both amuses and worries me.
» Helena on 2007-01-05 07:25:43

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