I very rarely ever get vivid dreams where I can recall everything that happened after waking up. Last night’s was especially vivid for some reason. I remember it as if it were a memory. (You’ll find that this is quite unfortunate.)
Had a dream about traveling back in time (about 8 months) and warning the world about an approaching zombie attack. It was awful on so many levels…
I was hanging out at some friendly gathering, where I was sitting next to the guy that I am dating now IRL. At that time, he was going through a break-up with his ex, and I was telling him: “Forget about her. You and I will be dating soon. I’ve come back from the future - I know this.” He says, “Yeah - I don’t want to talk about that right now,” and started acting shady and distant.
I knew that the apocalypse was coming very soon, so I dismissed the idea of trying to save him and left everyone to find a safe place. I got into my car and checked the back seat (one of the survival rules) before starting the engine. I had about a quarter tank of gas, but knew that I should top off the tank now before the chaos was here. I was driving down a dusty road in an old ghost town that had like 5 gas stations on one block. Unfortunately, all of them were closed down. A man (black mullet, jorts, faded black rock tee with the sleeves cut off, high black socks, black sandals) sitting in a beat-up metal lawn chair rose to his feet and hollered at me, “You lookin’ for some gasoline?” And waved me over.
I followed him behind a giant tree, where a couple of kids were sitting on a blanket wearing bathing suites (there was a river right there). They were all very silent and expressionless as they stared at the cloudy yellow sky. Once they acknowledged my presence, they looked to the man, who pointed toward the ground - they knew the drill. The little girl gets up and walks over to what appeared to be a water pump. The man grabs a glass jar to fill. A moment later he hands me the jar, now filled with gasoline, to pour into my tank.
The next thing I remember is pulling up to a house. I needed to claim a place for safety… and quickly. The other people from the gathering somehow find out my location and join me at the house - which I absolutely did not want because zombies could have easily been following them. The guy that I’m dating walks in and I feel excited that he’ll be here with me through this. His ex walks over to say hi to him and they kiss hello. I, now furious, decide that I need to step out. I figured that this would be a good time to stock up on some ammo for the gun that I found (b-because of the zombies… yeah…).
I speed-walk out to my car and he follows behind me, deciding that he should get some ammo as well. I hear the door swing open a second time, so I turn and see his ex. A zombie leaps at her. I think, “That will save me one bullet,” until snapping back to reality. I watch as he, the man I so badly wanted to be with, sprinted back to try and save her.
Jam my car key in the lock, twist, pull open the door and fall into the driver’s seat. I was not going to risk everything for someone who didn’t want me. I leave them.
The dream then fast-forwarded and transformed into a news segment. The camera (my new perspective) followed me as I ran around cars and debris. I squeezed into the back of a PT cruiser that was packed full of someone’s left behind belongings. The cameraman got into the front seat and recorded me hiding out. A zombie, who was clearly on my trail, ran past the car. (Phew.) Then, an ambulance dramatically comes to a hard stop, one tire over the curb, sirens blaring. A news anchor then says, “We’re now six months into the zombie apocalypse. Congratulations to those who have survived thus far!”