Dream #1 – Zombies again! This was a short piece of a dream before it changed. A small group of us were going through a house looking for supplies. I’m assuming we were survivors. I remember finding a stash of goodies and found brownie that was pretty recent and still edible. I was yelling for the rest of our group to come grab some fresh food when a zombie shambled on over to us and attacked. It was slow but very strong. I grabbed a bar stool and used it to keep the thing at a distance while everyone bashed it until it was no longer a threat. I think the brownie stash was a bit of reality I imported because we had visitors at the office yesterday and they had all sorts of stuff like that laid out for them.
Dream #2 – I was with a couple of friends traveling. We were going to a conference and if you’ve been to a tech conference you know nerds throw down. It was getting a bit rowdy when some random person hurled and it got on my pants and shoes and the like. I nearly barfed myself. I started looking around for a shower and a change of clothes and some cute girl came up to me and suggested we share the shower to conserve water for others. Even in my dreams I don’t cheat – I told her I was flattered and it sounded like fun but that I was very happy with my situation and would have to shower alone. The only place that it’s safe to cheat is in a dream and my damn unconscious mind is like nope, you still married bro!
Dream #3 – I think this party mutated into some sort of weird shanty town. Nothing major going on here but I remember someone calling and telling me my dad died. I lost my mind. I remember crying. The heaving kind of deep sobbing that you just feel through to your core. Once I got a little composure I decided to get home right then because I had to be there and people were trying to stop me. At this point it turns into a conflict dream. I whipped out my scalpel (I carry one on my bag for easy access in real life too) and anyone who got in my way lost blood. Some of them didn’t get back up. Nothing was going to stop me from getting back to pops! That feeling of loss, it felt so deep and so real. Dreaming I lost my dad is not fun but these kind of deep feeling dreams are special. I’ve only had a few like this where the feelings are more than real. If you’ve never tripped on acid you might not understand. It’s beyond any normal feeling and it’s more like a connection to the universe. You feel it and it feels you and it’s such a strong, intense feeling.