I had a gruesome, school-related dream! About zombies!!!
I remember I had a dream a few days ago about a zombie apocalypse breaking out when I was just sort of sitting around in high school with some of my friends and for some reason the library/media center was the safest spot (even though its got a door right to the outside of the school and a few glass walls and that's. doesn't seem safe?) so me and like, everyone in the school was marched there bUT turns out instead of my school's library/media center somehow we got to my ELEMENTARY school's library/media center, which doesn't make sense because those schools aren't. Close to each other at all. But there were many students there now and they were freaking out because wow, The Walking Dead was real the whole time or something like that. But like, I kind of sat on a table next to a friend who'd actually moved away a year ago so it was cool but weird to see him with the rest of the students and all. I don't know if the zombies were in the school or not, but somebody in the library managed to die (I think it was a librarian) and everyone panicked and we had to evacuate the school because she reanimated into a zombie. Now the outside of the school looks the same as the outside of my elementary, which freaked me out because, in dream me's words: "My house is very far away!" which is true - Fortunately I think I was offered a ride by a teacher, which was very nice of her (she was offering everyone a ride, like a nice carpooling mom in the middle of the apocalypse) - It didn't take as long as I thought to get to my home, since somehow the countryside had become my current town which made things a lot easier. The place was all disturbingly quiet and stuff and when I got home two unfamiliar vehicles were in my driveway, which freaked me out. So I said "Bye" and "Thank you" to Carpool Teacher and went inside, where I found a very close friend of mine raiding my basement since supposedly it had everything we needed to survive (this confused me since we don't keep anything useful in the basement besides another bathroom and some power tools). I agreed for some reason, I guess since she was my friends and I'm very gullible, and we were about to head back into my basement together until the owner of the other vehicle - An upperclassman on the football team - Bodyslammed me into the laundry room and shoved my friend down the stairs. I guess he wanted my basement to himself? Well, my friend was fine, but suddenly Football Man began panicking since he thought she was dead and supposedly he knew she would come back as a zombie. I was protesting as he aimed his pistol, but he ended up shooting and killing my friend (which was...very upsetting, really, that was a very not fun part of the dream). He then pointed the gun at me and demanded that I show him where the canned goods are, which I told him - My family doesn't keep them downstairs, they're upstairs in a pantry. He got angry at me, thinking I was lying, but before he could do anything my friend came back from the dead as a zombie - Turns out headshots don't kill zombies. As we learned from that terrible experience taking out my zombified friend, you have to destroy the head entirely. I didn't like this part of the dream. After that disaster, Football Man started going off about how he was going to take everything in my house, including my dog, but then he was shot in the head by another upperclassman who was always much nicer to me and was for some reason at my house, too. He locked the corpse in my parents' room and told me he was going to try to head to the state capitol, since he knew that there would be a lot of resources there and maybe even a community of survivors to stay safe with. He left, and I never saw him in that dream again. I packed up what I needed and headed back to the school (the high school), where I explained everything that happened to a group of other folks who decided they needed to check my house again and get my dog since supposedly they were good for sniffing out zombies. I agreed for some reason, even though my current party wasn't very good - We had some good old fashioned girl scouts, the two French teachers, and the one girl who always tried to get her nose into everyone's business. We managed to save my dog with minor difficulty, and I explained I wanted to find my grandparents, since my grandpa's a hunter and would be good with guns. The party thought that trying to find elderly people was a waste of valuable time, so they left me back at the school, where I tried finding other people to go with me to find my grandparents. Most of them just wanted to pet my dog. I'm not sure how long I spent at the school trying to find people, but soon helicopters from the state capitol came in to pick some people up and take them to safe zones. There were four helicopters, maybe, all of them equally tiny - Probably only able to pick up two or three people each. And everyone was fighting to get on. My last thought before I woke up was 'I'm not going to be able to get onto that' as the last one landed to pick people up.
Overall, I think it was an interesting, albeit kind of violent dream. I shouldn't read The Walking Dead before bed.
