Zombie Dream (I need a working title)

This whole blog is going to be dedicated to the Zombie Dream I had maybe two years ago now. I went through a huge zombie and horror phase, I guess I still am, and I am still feeling the ripples of that part of my life. When I have dreams, I remember the dream clearly right when I wake up but the dream slowly decays away as my morning grogginess wears off. I think this is the case for everyone. But when I woke from this dream, I was so amazed and blown away that I kept reciting the dream to myself. In the shower, when making my breakfast, when brushing my teeth, etc. I wanted to remember this dream. I have most of the major events memorized, but a lot of the little details have faded. I think I first told this dream to Jon and a couple of others over a fire in Jon's backyard. Then later at Dean's house during a spring break North Dakota trip. I told a shortened version at Applebees once since A-Christ wanted to hear it. During that sitting, Mitch claimed I had some facts were flipped around since the North Dakota telling. This could be true, this could be false. I like to think it is false because no one else made these claims and I know Mitch isn't a fan of the dream because he feels it isn't a real depiction of his personality or military approach. Whatever! Hopefully I will have my facts strait when I write this out because now it will be documented and solidified. I will try me best to write the story in chronological order. When I told the bare-bones version at Applebees I shuffled the order around to speed the story up cause I didn't think Jon and some other wanted to hear it for a third time. If I miss some points, I will just insert them from where I am in the story cause I don't plan to do any proof reading or editing. Its just a fucking blog of some weak ass (or tight ass) dream I had. Also, I will be saving the blog as a draft and picking up the story in between classes so I can pass the time. This may hurt the cohesiveness of the story but oh well. Suck a big one.

The dream starts off in my basement bedroom on a normal sunny summer day. Something makes me believe it was August (Maybe the smell and feel of summer vacation in its prime). I close the blinds in my room tighter because the rays of the sun are sneaking in between the cracks. I start the day off like any other day by hopping on the computer. Load up Internet Explorer and pops up my Yahoo Fantasy Sports homepage. Check my fantasy baseball team(I was most likely beating Dean haha) and then transition to the main yahoo page to read the headlines. The top story was about some weird killings that occurred earlier that morning some place in Wisconsin. The bloody pictures of the story grab my attention and I skip my MySpace run. I read into the story and it sounded like something out of the beginning of Dawn of Dead 2004. Strange gory deaths have been happening in Wisconsin since the early part of the morning that have sent towns there into chaos. As I am reading this my cell phone blares and I kind of jump out of my seat. At this time, I had my old Samsung Sprint phone where I had dedicated ring tones for all my friends. Dawsons hip-hop theme looped a couple of times before I got back to my room. I pick it up and the conversation starts out like any Dawson and Min talk with a "Hello?" "Whuddup dude?" and "Nothing, you?" Then Dawson tells me to turn on the news where Dawson claims helicopters were covering some explosions that happened in Wisconsin. To lazy to walk up stairs I ask him to explain what is going to me. He puts the strange murder stories and the chaos stories together and explains that this could be the rise of Zombies in an almost excited tone. This has already crossed my mind but in a skeptical voice I play along. Dawson oblivious of my doubting that Zombies could really exist continues to elaborate on the Wisconsin situation which leads to him asking me to implement my Zombie survival plan. The request kind of punches me in the chest unexpectedly and I could only respond with an, "Uhh...okay, I'll call you back." After I get off the phone with Dawson, I had to take a moment and think to myself how stupid can this guy really be? But deep down inside, something told me to take this more seriously. I then play the whole telling people that Zombies are attacking humans scenario out in my head. I would tell everyone, they would tell their parents, we would get laughed at, later we would find out that the violence has just been a wild riot and the explosions are due to extreme summer heat or something. But I still thought this could be a very serious threat, so I found a way to avoid the embarrassment and still get the information across. I would act as if it were a joke and tell all my friends (great defensive mechanism). I would start by asking them what they had planned for the day and all of them replied nothing, which is the exact response I was looking for. I told them that we were going shopping today and getting ready for the day that Zombies attack. I told them it was something to do. On the car ride to Cub Foods I planted the seed that maybe Zombies had indeed risen in Wisconsin. Of course I presented the information in a humorous tone, and now everyones imagination started waking up and now everyone was talking. They all of course talked about it in a humorous manner. "I am going to blow the head off of a Zombie." "Dude, if a Zombie is after us, I am going to trip you." This is when Dawson interrupts their party and informs them that this is a real threat. That he saw Zombies on CNN and across the news stations. Everyone begins to doubt Dawson's words but Dawson was determined to drill it into their heads that this is the real deal. Dawson eventually becomes furious with everyones stubbornness and begins to yell at them. He says after we buy some supplies we can go back to my house and search for some information on the internet. We get to my place and Dawson manages to pull up some very convincing information about what has been going on in Wisconsin this morning. Convincing enough to make me further believe in the situation. This whole time I just stood there and let Dawson do all the work. My approach would have been half-assed and having Dawson represent the both of us made my job a lot easier. Dawson even manages to pull up a recently uploaded pixelated helicopter video that zooms in on a bloody man running across the street at above normal speeds to tackle a terrified man into an alley. The camera pans out and the angle is cut off by a buildings corner but you can still see the legs of the scared man kicking for help. The video then cuts out. Dawson spins around in the rotating desk chair and looks into a sea of pale paces. Everyone now is 99.9% convinced. They ask him if he is joking and if that video was a joke and Dawson with a strait face tells them no. Our little group was all in and now on the same page. Now it was just a problem of getting everyones parents to jump on. Understanding now that everyone was on the same page, I brought up the fact that all of our parents will not believe us. We tried Dawson's and Jon's parents first. Went over to Jon's and found Connie and Jim sitting in the living room watching the news. Dawson and a few went downstairs so Dawson could call his parents. Jon puts on an act that nothing is wrong and playfully asks his parents what they are doing. They don't answer and continue to stare at the T.V. Jon moves in closer and cuts off their view and asks them agian. They respond this time but in an aggravated voice. By this time I caught on to what they were watching. They were watching the same footage that Dawson pulled up. The news was still sending the message that it was just a bunch of riots. Jon catches on and asks his parents what they thought and although they didn't just come out and say what we were thinking, you could hear in their voice that they thought it was something much deeper then riots. I walked downstairs to check up on Dawson and left Jon to talk to his parents. As I get downstairs I see that everyone is sitting around watching the news. Dawson is in the back still on the phone with his Mom who also has the same channel on. Jon runs downstairs and starts talking to the others. My mind is racing and the sounds around me are starting to blur out. I can only hear Jon's voice in the distance and Dawsons mummble next to me. I come back to my senses when Dawson yells my name. I don't know how much time has passed. Dawson and Jon let me know that their parents also feel that something is very wrong. I didn't really think we would get their approval and didn't really have the next step planned out, but I figured The next task was getting the approval of Mitch's and my parents and the collecting supplies. After everyone understood the situation we all met at Jon's house to plan out with type of supplies we would need. Everyone had their own list of priorities and we tried to come up with a systematic way of organizing everyones needs. The general consensus was that defense was the top priorty, followed by food and making our surroundings as comfortable as we can. Defense meant guns. Lots of them. I personally didn't have any connections but the other people had a few. The only person I knew that would have the hook up was Jon's uncle Larry and Jon's friend Tony. We had Jon contact Tony and Jim contact Larry. Everything worked out and the people we called were on board. We then set out to pick up more supplies. We had a basic defense but wanted to improve and we wanted to stock up on other essentials. We loaded all of our valuables and I made sure everyone was on the same page. We then double checked everything, prayed and set out. Our journy for survival was about to begin.