Interesting Zombie Apocalyse Dreams in The Trials of a Broke College Student Working Retail

  • Jan. 16, 2014, 4:25 p.m.
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Must write before I forget..

I was sitting in a VW bug(I could tell from the shape of the inside) parked or at a stop light/sign in a downtown that kind of looked like Richmond, VA, when all of a sudden this random fat guy grabs a kid by the hair from his mom and starts gnawing on his head. His mom screams and the fat guy yells "I'M FUCKING HUNGRY!" and throws the kid back at his mom and storms off. When I look the other way I see another zombie heading towards my car and have the thought 'Yep, zombies. Least I have an idea as to how to deal with this' and slid down behind the seat and waited while said zombie circled the car. But wasnt trying to get in.

My alarm went off at this point and I turned it off promptly and passed back out. To which I entered another zombie apocalypse dream.

My honey and I were in a house. Seemed to be the same town, but I cant be sure. We were at this little house on top of the only building-less hill in the city. We had been taken in by some guy, never saw his face, and told to grab what ever we needed. My honey told me to get the important stuff and I went straight for this guys giant candy stash and started throwing candy over my shoulder into a pile. Once I was happy with my haul I went to the closet and pulled out all the shoes I could find, and they just happened to be in our sizes. I nabbed soccer cleats, trail runners, and some flats for some reason. And I fished out my honeys shoes for him too. A couple of pairs of trail runners and a pair of flip flops. I remember my justification in my dream for the soccer cleats was grip on trails, ground, etc., just in case we were to do some serious hiking.

I walk out to the living room and the doors are wide open. There were 2 sets of French doors that led outside, one after the other, and a zombie was starting to come inside. My honey runs up, kicks it back out and closes the doors. The zombie sits there and claws at the door for a minute then wanders off.

Zombies were still pretty heavy at that point, so we stayed inside. The zombies didn't seem to be wandering toward houses or cars, and if they did, they bumped off of it and walked the other way, or circled it until they seemed bored and then wandered off. They were, however, going after the stupid people outside that were running and screaming.

We staged all of our supplies at the doors and waited. When it seemed the herd had gone through, we decided to start packing the cars. We had 3 cars between us, and the 2 giant SUVs had been packed with camping supplies, food, water, minimal clothing, seeds, minimal gardening tools, any thing that could be used as a weapon and other random things. And the car, I remember it being our little white Toyota Echo, had a couple of days of food and water, clothing for weather and somewhere in the ball park of 200 gallons of gas packed in gas cans in the trunk and back seat. I dont know how that little car held that much weight, but hey, it was a dream. We had waited to what seemed to be the time that all the other smart people did and left with a group of people. There was no traffic. It was odd.

All we needed were guns, and ciggarettes. We already had the pot, and more seeds. We tried to go loot a 7-11 for smokes but there was still someone there and he had an AR-15 on the counter. Not even going to try. So at the beginning of the damn zombie apocalypse Im paying for a carton of American Spirit Yellows with my credit card so this guy will give us one free since there are zombies everywhere. I remember getting back in the car after deciding where we were going to go to find guns and ammo, and deciding I needed to go to storage to grab my bow and arrows....

And thats when my honey came in and woke me up to tell me he was going disc golfing.

Strange details in this set of dreams. I was highly entertained by the whole thing. Hope you are too!


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