Dream Journal: Zombie Apocalypse

So, had one of these dreams. I was living in a shack that was once a bungaloo in the suburbs. Most of this house was destroyed — and refurbished with plexiglass, plywood and other stuff. There were several other survivors here

This home had been refactored into a duplex with plexiglass in the middle of a lot of it — and plywood as well. It was run by Aunt Cal — like Carol… but with the “rol” combined into just an l. Might be better spent “Aunt Calol” or “Aunt Caw” or something

The other side of the duplex was run by Aunt Karen

I had made the idea to start another Colony — as that is what these shelters would get called. As Aunt Cal’s side was getting rather crowded. You don’t want your shelter to have too many people — as well Zombies tend to show up around larger groupings of people

Aunt Cal spent several nights asking if I was certain — and making certain my denim outfit I was going outside with was in its best state. Thick, multiple layers, able to easily get set up as a leanto (until I can find a group of other people and set up a shelter)

Each evening at sundown — there was a creepy zombie standing out in the road outside Aunt Cal’s Colony

I would inspect the perimeter, including the zombie traps. As you cannot just have walls for zombies — as that will just result in a crowd outside. You need something to reduce the amount of zombies out there

After a few nights of making certain I have enough stuff, including a Longbow, a Metal Staff and a light enough pack with some provisions including lizard tail jerky and preserved vegetables

I step outside at sunrise… and the creepy zombie with the dark hair is standing out on the street facing the direction of Aunt Cal’s Colony. Like some kind of omen

I take a good swing at the creepy zombie’s head with my Metal Staff… and the zombie catches it with his hand, looks up, and says, “That was a pretty good swing”

“Wait… you aren’t a zombie?”

The man who apparently isn’t a zombie — as zombies are just shambling hoards just laughs

“Yeah, if you keep acting creepy like that, you invite trouble”

I walk around to Aunt Karen’s Colony’s front door.. to ask if anybody from there wants to join me in finding a new colony. Aunt Karen gets really upset — as she doesn’t want to loose any of her kids. I only now notice how crowded Aunt Karen’s Colony really is…as it is like a mosh pit in there

Aunt Karen — rather upset goes to ask — but like in a passive aggressive way that will only get an answer of no

A Baby Crawls past me — weird, I guess this is one of the kids from Aunt Karen’s Colony. Never kept track of who lived here. The Baby Crawls and gurgles

“Wait… did that Baby just literally say ‘Googoo Gaga’?” I think

The Baby climbs up the wall and into an air vent. Which is odd behaviour for a Baby… but the Baby didn’t seem to show any signs of being a zombie. No rotting flesh — it looked like a living human baby. This was worrying

Aunt Karen returns and tells me that me trying to set up an Aunt Katrina Colony is foolishness and will get me killed, and she isn’t going to get her own kids killed. I start to walk off — I will find other people on my way — as is the nature of this world

As I walk away — a fight seems to break out at Aunt Karen’s Colony — with some screams of a baby happening. I walk away — worried I might have made a mistake… though, it seemed like a normal baby… up until it climbed into the air vent after saying what sounded like a literal “googoo gaga”

Naturally that couldn’t be a zombie — could it? That would require a complete rethinking and re-evaluation of how zombies worked and functioned… and I don’t want to think that hard

I get across the street and past a run down house that was too destroyed to be used as a colony — and a bit too close to the colonies of Aunt Cal and Aunt Karen’s… when a Aunt Karen’s Colony catches on fire

Now, concerned about my apparently cowardice for not helping — there isn’t much I can do, as now a stampede of Zombies would be on their way to Aunt Karen’s Colony — and trying to help would just get me killed. I opt to climb onto the roof of the bungaloo… to see if anybody seems to get out

That creepy guy who apparently is a zombie was standing in the street — but I blink and he seems to not be there, and replaced with a zombie crowd

Aunt Cal’s Colony also has a fire appear — as it turns out the issues in Aunt Karen’s Colony has spread over

I decide to blame Aunt Karen’s fear of getting her children killed by going out into the world creating an over crowded colony. As well, I’m not going to take the blame for that really really weird baby — as that baby isn’t how zombies work. The baby isn’t how babies work either… but still… between that baby and the creepy guy — this was getting really really weird

I decide to head out, as well, even if anybody did survive the trouble, the stampede of zombies outside the colonies would eat them if they left. Stupid foolish Aunt Karen and her requirement to try to hold onto more than she could

Also, these colonies would be impossible to rebuild on the ruins — as they were far too damaged

Though — this brings up the notion… could anybody truly be over the zombies if we didn’t kill every zombie? That might mean myself vs. several hundreds of millions of zombies… but… well, this life wasn’t that good of one

Oh, of note that might not be implied… this zombie apocalypse dream had a matriarchy based structure for how things got controlled. With the matriarch title being “Aunt” — and everybody under the “Aunt” being their children

With most people leaving to start their own colony being implied to be dead, due to a lack of proper communication — and the notion that setting up a new colony was a rare and difficult matter. So having people head off might be a weird form of voluntary culling to avoid large crowds

Which makes the notion that myself, in volunteering to put myself at risk, has myself survive (well, for slightly longer) than the group working to stay safe… but yeah