Smart Zombies

I was living in apartments like the ones I did when I first lived in Rexburg. I was sitting enjoying a conversation with friends all around me when all of a sudden one of them turned out to be a zombie, but it wasn't like a normal brainless zombie. You couldn't really tell who was a zombie and who wasn't until they started chewing on you. Well to make a long dream short everyone around me turned into a zombie and I had to try and protect myself in different ways to keep from turning into a zombie. It was a little intense, but when I woke up I hadn't been turned into a zombie in the dream yet.

Bat Burrito

Only once have I ever awoken with tears streaming down my face.  I had dreamed that my husband died-- which is really unfair because we'd only been married for a few months.  The bulk of the dream was about how my family and I handled the death.  My parents took me back into their home.  I cried for weeks and my sister tried so hard to find something to say to me.  But I felt like no one could possibly understand my loss.   When I finally woke up my chest hurt from heaving sobs, but at least I was awake and away from that horrible alternate life.  I rolled over and wrapped my arms tightly around my husband, SO glad that he was alive.  And then, as the full dream slowly broke over my mind in it's entirety, I started laughing my head off. How could I have ever believed even for a moment that my husband had really died?  His death was ridiculous!  As soon as he opened his eyes I told him, "I had a dream that you turned into a little bat.  You were flying around when some tall man snatched you out of the air, rolled you up in a burrito, and ate you!"I do feel relief that the love of my life is still alive and kickin'... but somehow I don't think I'll live in fear of that dream coming true.

Scream

It all happened so fast. One moment, we were standing there, talking, and the next… The next moment a body was flying through the air. We were up on the third floor of a college building, waiting for class to start. The entire west wall was a giant window, from which the parking lot could be seen below. The three of us were standing about ten feet from the window, but none of us were paying a great deal of attention to what was going on out there. We were too busy talking amongst ourselves. There had been four of us, but the last member of our group had left a few minutes before, for some reason that I no longer can recall. The parking lot was pretty crowded with college kids, rushing to get to their classes or to head home for the day. Everything was normal. I had glanced towards the window just as she had climbed into her blue car (it’s funny how we remember the small stuff) and backed out. I looked away, back at my other friends, only to hear screaming all around me. I turned my head back to the window, and my hazel eyes widened as the breath stopped in my throat. The blue car hit another student, a young college girl. The girl was sent flying forward, twisting around in the air. She hit the ground and I flinched, imaging the sound that must have accompanied such a fall. The car stopped instantly, as unmoving as the body that now was sprawled across the ground, and we all could hear the squealing of tires, even with the closed window. All we could do was stare, too far away to see who had been hit, but close enough to know that the victim was most likely dead. The driver door burst open and our friend rushed from the car and over to the body. We all could see her panic-stricken face. Without hesitating, she scooped the body up into her arms and then staggered forward. Tears streamed down her face and it looked as if she was calling out for help, or perhaps screaming. Maybe both. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was making her stop. I rushed forward, towards the window, but it was as if time had slowed down. There were too many people in the way. I wasn’t going to make it… “Make her stop!” I screamed, shoving my way past everyone and everything. “Stop!” My panic was so strong that I could barely get the words out. Some students turned to stare at me, not understanding. I knew, though, that if her victim was still alive, he or she wouldn’t survive long being moved around like that. Had it been a young girl hit? Or an older man? No longer could I remember or tell, but it didn’t matter. If the victim wasn’t dead already, they would be soon. “Don’t! No!” Still the words wouldn’t come out, and I was still so far away. All I could see was my friend continuing to stagger with the body in her arms and all I could feel was blinding terror. Tears trickled down my face as I reached the window at long last and shoved it open with trembling hands. “Stop!” I screamed out, but my throat was still closed over and she did not hear me. I leaned out the window, nearly falling out in my haste. “Make her stop! Put the body down! Stop it!” My voice made it through this time, but she was screaming even louder than I and did not hear. “Make her stop!” The crowd broke as several people rushed towards her, prying the limp body from her hands. The victim was set upon the ground. Without waiting to see anymore, I hurried from the room, flying down the stairs as fast as I could, my mind in such a state of panic as to not care about my own safety. I had to know if the person was still alive—I just had to.