Haunting Dreams

I've been having recurring dreams lately. And it's really disturbing and scary. I've been having this dream ever since I was a child and the more it repeats, the more the dream develops and become vivid.

It's a zombie apocalypse. I haven't really watch any movies like that recently but I'd been having dreams of it or like a nightmare. The dream would always start off with something normal. In this instance, I was with someone and it seems that this person is very close to me. Then I was laughing and being playful by that time. I was talking to the one in charge in the adopt-a-dormer and I was planning to get as many votes as I could to win in the event.

Then I went into the bathroom to see my friend. Apparently, she is with me. And she is also in the adopt-a-dormer but I haven't told her since I wanted to win. I was chatting with her and she asked what I was holding, which are the tickets, but I deny what it is and hurriedly went to the elevator.

And this is where it got morbid.

The elevator was shaped like a pentagon. I dont really know how many we are in there but we're many. I remember that before the elevator could even move up there had been some technical difficulties so there is this person who tried to stop it from moving.

Where it lead to his death. Half of his body was cut off. The lower part of his body remained inside the elevator and the upper part were squeezed outside. We are all mortified. Blood was everywhere.

I cant really explain it well but that's what happened. The elevator, which was shaped like a pentagon became a square. Zombies were pushing in. We were really so afraid. And apparently, there is this famous guy with us. I don't know who he is; he is just known to be famous in the dream. And he seemed to have an idea. There was a small vent underneath where a person could easily slide down and it would lead outside the building. Take note, it happened in our dorm. The structure is different in my dream since we don't really have an elevator but the setting is our dorm.

So the 'famous guy' initiated the escape. He kicked really hard to the opening of the vent so that we could pass through. I was really feeling nervous this time. There was this really huge feelings of contradiction to the idea. So he slide down the vent and the moment he reached the bottom, there were pack of zombies.

I dont really remember what happened after that, I just found myself escaping in a jeepney, I think. I was also driving. There were also a dog inside. We were being chased and I remember cursing rapidly where the hell is ...I dont really know who he is or what is my relationship with him, I just know that Im waiting for him since we're already being chased by a zombie. Good thing, we managed to outrun them and I managed to save a dog. So now, there are two dogs. Then suddenly, someone jump in the window. It was him. I was so relieved. Then we went home.

The setting changed to my home. And it was a recurring dream of when I was younger. We still have our garden unlike now. And my family is still intact. The guy who was with me also disappeared in the scenario.

So as usual, my father went home from work. The only difference from my dreams when I was a child was that the dogs are still with me. That morning, my father was fixing someting in our gate. It was about time to eat breakfast; my mother was just preparing the food. I looked at my father outside. The dogs were there too.

And suddenly, I felt that feeling again. The feeling that something wrong is going to happen. I remember that I got the other dog from the chase. And somehow the dogs seem restless. And I suddenly remembered the zombie whom I outrun when the dog get on with us.

I told my mom to warn my dad. I told her so many times. I was already so afraid. But she only said that I shouldn't worry and that it's morning; nothing wrong is going to happen.

I shut all the windows and doors and while I was doing so, I heard a truck park outside. My fears were realized. A fat man came out. He has a sickle in his hand. My father is still unaware and still talking to the guy. I think he's saying that he loves me. But the moment he turned his back from the man, he repeatedly struck my dad.

I was so terrified and the images were just too clear in my mind up until now that Im awake.

He tried to fight back but the man has an acid and he throw it to my father's face. The man tried to take him down from the back but my father reached out and he ripped open his head until the brain is visible. The zombie fell unconscious.

My mother hurriedly helped my father. I think I fainted in the dream because I remember waking up and looking for my father if he was okay. His face was damaged as well as his vision because of the acid. And he's still saying that he loves me and he's trying to smile. He was lying in one of our chairs and my mother was there, trying to treat the wounds.

And then the image of my father from another disturbing dream came back to me. The setting was in our previous home when I was a kid. He looks so helpless and in the brink of death. He cant talk, walk, or move. And he just looked so disgusting in front of our garden. But my heart ache. And I was so afraid to even come near him.

The setting changed back. And before I know it, it was already evening and I was trying to hide under the bed. The fat man came back and he killed my family. He is a zombie by the way. I was stuck under the bed. He comes back everyday in our house. Until one night, he stayed and slept in. For the nth time, I feel so afraid.

But I managed to get out and get on in his truck and drive away that night. But there is really nowhere to run. The world is already full of zombies.

Flashes of my other dreams came to my mind. The laboratory, which was already infected in spite of it's really tight security. My previous home is not safe either.

I drive and drive until I finally forced myself to wake up.

My heart is still heavy. The images are still clear in my mind. And whenever I try to sleep again, it just comes back.