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vivian:
escaping from zombies. i’m in a house, and some guys who look like cops are coming. there’s one really tall and buff guy, in particular. not really sure how i know what he looks like… think i see a movie-like third-person shot of him outside my house and somehow put together that he is this bad dude who is coming for me. i don’t know who i’m with, but it’s a boy. i crack open a window and kick out the mesh and leave from it. the boy hesitates because he wants to see some new dragonball z game. i shall not tolerate that ridiculousness and tell him he needs to come. he finally concedes.

we run through the streets — but perhaps i am now alone — and now zombies are frothing at the mouth and trying to beckon us (or me) to join them… they have kind of a goo trail from their mouths and the second you touch it, you turn into a zombie.

before i know it, i’m at this house. i guess my parents live there? it’s this really nice house up on top of a GIANT hill. like giant. like a mountain. when i first get there, there are no zombies. soon, my mom sees them approaching down below on our giant garden / lawn. she tells this to my dad and he is less angry about the idea than he is about the idea of zombies trampling his garden. (both of my parents are white.)

inside the main entry way of our house are all kinds of pots… of the gardening variety. they are empty. they are arranged in some fancypants way. soon, zombies appear at our door. i decide to use some of the giant gardening porcelain pots to attack the zombies with. on the walkway in front of our house, there is basically a giant cliff. the stairway up runs along to the right side, but immediately in front of the door is just a space for standing, and behind that is a long ways down to the ground below.

zombies come solo for a while — a lot of girls, i think — and i use the giant pot to push them off the cliff to down below. some fall in a pool. some splatter to their death. they certainly all die. i hear some zombie mentioning that ## of zombies are dead out of ## who have been converted, and the number that was dead was sooooo small compared to the number that had been converted.

the zombies keep coming, some in pairs, and i keep pushing them off. it seems my parents have disappeared. i’m running out of pots, because i would sometimes throw the pots off with the zombies.

but soon comes this guy that doesn’t look like a zombie. it’s extremely surprising. he is this extremely good-looking dirty blonde guy wearing a white shirt and grey jeans. i pretty much forget all about the danger, and my first words to him are something like, “if i can be a zombie with you for eternity, i’ll do it.” i reckon he is amused by this sentiment, and comes in. the zombies have gone away for the evening. he tells me he’s a ‘turner’ and somehow i know exactly what that means — he can turn zombies back into humans.

this is a thought that fascinates me. so he tries it on me. we kiss. he turns when i turn. i guess he has zombie in him, but it’s dormant. the process is slightly painful and i feel a little “green” and like i have boils on my body. it’s a little dizzying. but that’s about it.

my new lover takes the time to try and turn some mega harmless girl zombie who is in the corner of the house, not attacking anyone. he puts his hand on her leg and it is quite obviously painful to transform from a zombie to a human. he turns human as he’s doing this, but it’s difficult for him to heal her because she’s being a pussy and can’t handle the pain. she brushes him off and shakes her head at him. she’s content being a zombie.

more kissing turns me back from a zombie into a human. he doesn’t turn from a human back into a zombie. it also doesn’t really hurt — perhaps because it hurts more the longer you’ve been a zombie and i’d only been one for a very brief time.

we spend the night cuddled up on the couch with two other people there — presumably tinwin and karen — and zombies don’t come in the night for some reason. i am amazingly content.

come morning, zombies stir me awake. so up until now, when i had been attacking zombies at my door with pots, i would open the door to greet them — to surprise them — and push them off the cliff before they ever got to the point of knocking on the door or breaking it. this morning, i see two zombies outside my door and open the door to do what i had done before. (there is like, one large brown porcelain pot left in the house, not including the one i have in my hand.) to my surprise, there are more than two zombies in front of my door. the other ones are being sneaky, and have wrapped themselves around the side of the house, near the stairs. oh shit. they’re forcing their way in, and force me in by pushing the pot.

and then i sees it. zombie lenny. zombie lenny is holding a broken piece of ceramic plate and is threatening me with it in some way. he breaks off another small sliver of the broken plate, making it more dull than it previously was. not sure why.

he kind of corners me back into my room, which happens to be on the same floor, and kisses me. i turn. apparently he has had this all plotted out and has this book with him. after he turns me, he pulls open the book. it’s like, a death book of sorts. before us were two other people — two males — who had died together. perhaps members of his family. now he filled in some empty spots within these red stamps with my name and his name. and then he proceeded to die / pass out…… fully expecting me to do the same right next to him. but as always, lenny passed out with the quickness, and i didn’t even feel close to wanting to die. i guess in this world being a zombie was a sickness, and the longer you were one, the more likely you were to just die.

so while he passes out i grab half of this giant human-sized donut that had been sitting in my room. no idea why. i guess it’s so old part of it had molded black and was flaking off. a thin shell of the glaze type stuff remained and i carried it to the living room, part with donut, but most of it was looking like a piece of snakeskin (flat). not sure what i intended to do with it. make the zombies sick with mold somehow???

when i get back in the living room, i drop the mold donut in shock. karen and tinwin are on the couch, looking like they are asleep. my nameless lover is on the couch next to them, also ‘asleep’. it’s fucked up. they’ve attached some kind of mechanical pump to him that looks like a bunch of koolaid type drink packets strung together. a girl is sitting on his lap, also asleep, and his fluids are being pumped to her for some reason. two “head zombies” are to the right, supervising. i’m not sure what they are doing, but i somehow have the idea that they are going to be using him to sell some kind of soft drink that really rich people can buy to keep themselves from being zombies. i guess zombies need money too…??? i feel completely helpless because i can’t do anything to help him. it’s completely disturbing. i think about touching him to hopefully turn him into a zombie, but am afraid of killing him since machines are attached to him. in retrospect, i think i should have put him out of his misery, but there surely must have been a selfish aspect to that too.

mike s:
i was on an island somewhere up north and hanging out near a bridge connecting to the main land. the bridge was lifting, so i stayed on the island and went to a nearby peet’s coffee. i had a complimentary drink card, so i used that to get a mocha. but the barista decided to let me keep the card and gave me the drink for free.

suddenly, i’m in a relationship with this girl. it’s like somebody was filming my life and removing entire chunks of the plot. we’re in this natural history museum, and the dinosaurs are actually alive. they’re behind some kind of sound proof, double paned plexi-glass. one of the dinosaurs is spitting venom against the glass.

the girl and i keep walking around, arm in arm. i’m thanking her for understanding my sense of humor (don’t have any idea what was actually making her laugh).

i went to visit her at the coffee shop and she’s giving another guy a free drink. i remember this guy looking pretty tall, but that’s all i can remember. so, in a rage, i went to some kind of abandoned naval ship that had been left on the beach. there were mirrors all inside of it and the reflection showed someone else entirely. i was apparently a very overweight individual with a receding hairline.

tammy:
anna is having a party at her place, and i’m there. thaison calls me and tells me he is at my house. i’m like, “what?!” so i don’t tell anyone because i’m sure it’s a surprise. it is funny because as i was leaving anna’s, i tell her i have to run errands and somehow his name slips out. not that anyone suspects he is in town, though.

i drive home to get him, and on my way, i call phil to tell him to meet me there. i can barely start my car, though; i have to try three times. so i eventually get him and we go back to the party. eventually, he tells me i never gave him a chance, and i am like, wth, liar, and we talk about that.

inspiration: i’ve been trying to get my friend thaison to come back to seattle for his birthday and he wouldn’t this past weekend.

jeanette:
i was on a date with this guy and we hadn’t smoked, but i was high. i then had to go to my old boss’ house to babysit her kid. and when i got there, things were OK, then i was like, “oh, i invited this guy i’m seeing, to come over and watch a movie with me while i’m here.” and she got PISSED. she said a few things to indirectly say that she knew i was high (because i took so long to tell her and was very verbose) anyways, long story short she was PISSED and in a later scene i came in and she was laying down on a guestbed? and said something to the effect that i was dead to her! OMG. (PS i am really close to my old boss!) and it was really REALLY traumatizing. the date that i had in my dream is actually happening tonight, and thank goodness i am NOT scheduled to babysit her kid tonight (actually, they are out of town and i am house sitting and going over after work for a bit, but anyways).

vivian:
i send out a myspace bulletin asking if anyone wants to go to a movie with me, which is odd behavior to begin with. i don’t recall anyone responding, but before i know it, i’m at lars’ apartment complex and to get to his apartment, we have to cross through a metal gate and then walk down this like, really shallow sloped hallway. he has a deflated ball the size of a baseball in his hand and holds it up, smiling. i’m not sure why, but then i see that he has thrown it town the sloped area and was trying to make it hit the button to the left of the door that automatically makes the door opened for handicapped people. he misses, so i try. then a couple other people show up — i think eugene and someone else equally random — and i try throwing the ball at the handicapped door opener thing. but there are all sorts of people out and about now, and i’m afraid of accidentally hitting someone. also, now the ceiling is lower and it seems near impossible to be able to throw the ball and hit the opener. i make a vague, weak attempt and fail at hitting it, by a long shot.

so eventually we go onto the movie theatre, which is in olympia. the quest there is not something that i remember; i only remember actually being there. it’s in an old movie house with dark carpeting and dim lighting. i’m standing around the snack dispensing counter area and now lenny is here… him, lars, and eugene (or maybe random guy) run off into another room and start chatting it up. i’m with some other people who i don’t know but i think i am speaking to? a lot of time passes, or at least it feels like it, and i’m not sure exactly what time the movie starts but i feel like maybe it has already started, so i run into the other room and tell the three boys it’s time to go watch the movie. they seem rather surprised.

we go to the rooms with the theatres, and they are these little tiny rooms set up like dining rooms. they have tables and chairs strewn throughout. we sit in the far right corner (upon first walking in). i need to go to the bathroom so i tell the three of them that i’ll be right back. i go to the bathroom. it’s white tile. it’s crowded. there are three people in stalls already and one girl in front of me, who soon goes into a stall. the girl behind me grabs a key from somewhere in that bathroom and leaves, saying she is going to use the kitchen bathroom.

finally a couple girls are done. one opens the door and the floor is all wet. i think that’s gross, but it’s no big deal. then she says, “i think i already clogged it.” i look and there is just poop all over the floor — these huge ass long ass poops. and inside the toilet bowls too. three other stalls open up. they are all the same. just fucking covered with shit. i don’t know if i actually go poop because it is all so disgusting. i see two mini-sinks and think about using those for pooping somehow but i don’t. fuck, it’s pretty gross. words cannot describe the grossness… although, strangely, it didn’t smell? O__o

i go back to the movie room and the three boys are still sitting in the same table configuration (lenny to my left, lars to my across diagonal, random person to my across), but the table is located elsewhere now. it’s no longer the corner table. lenny says, “you were gone ten minutes!” like that was a long time or something. him and lars are going to start a business together or something… the movie has amazingly still not begun yet.

mike s:
i’m back in college and somehow dating an ex-girlfriend that i haven’t seen since i broke up with her around this time last april. we’re together in her apartment and she’s somehow managing to rearrange her entire bathroom.

her bathroom is at the front of her apartment building, so where there might normally be a window, the bathroom has an entire wall of double paned glass with no curtains. she’s positioned the toilet exactly in the center of the tile floor and is upset with me because i’m refusing to use it. i’m becoming thoroughly annoyed because i didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let me go to the gym (out of fear girls might “hit on” me), yet she’s okay with undressing, bathing, and urinating in front of anyone who can see in.

amidst this argument, she decides that she hates gay people and wants to make an example of this guy jeremy, who plays in a band i’ve shared the stage with several times. i told her such bigotry didn’t make sense, but she insisted that jeremy is somehow part of society’s overall moral degradation. she’s giving me this evil glare.

so, my ex-girlfriend and this group of meathead rednecks are chasing jeremy around, who eventually drives off in his car. they were literally chasing him through people’s houses, back yards and jumping over fences. all the while, i’m trying to snap her out of it.

(note: my ex-girlfriend went out of town a couple months ago and is returning this week.)

jeanette:
i asked for exciting, and i got way more than i asked for! here it goes: from what i remember, the beginning of my dream places me in a car driving down the freeway. it didn’t look familiar but i knew i was driving to torrance (where my best friend lives in real life). that places me on the 405 freeway. as i’m driving among many many MANY cars (but, oddly – there isn’t traffic) there are flames bursting out from the side. building and parking structures are on fire, wild flames everywhere spilling onto the freeway. i can see in the distance up ahead that as cars pass the flames, some are blowing up. i’m nervous but not as nervous as i would be in real life! i keep driving amongst all the cars…now that i think about it, there were SO MANY CARS on the freeway but we were all going at a decent pace. (it’s LA…this NEVER happens, even when there are a medium amount of cars on the road there is traffic!) anyways!

next scene jumps to me on the street. i guess i parked my car and ?? there were a handful of people on foot around me (no cars) and i ask “how do i get to torrance?” and this asian lady says she will help me. next scene is the lady and i walking at a high school (junior high?) school building and up and down a few stairs. then a corridor opens and another asian lady speaks to her in mandarin. i acknowledge that i speak mandarin as well. all of a sudden, i realize that they are part of church group. then we end up in the parking lot, next to the school’s field (tennis courts, football field, etc.) and the lady offers me clean slippers to get in her car with. i tell her my flip flops aren’t that dirty and that i’ll just take them off and hold them in the car. end of this scene.

i end up on the sidewalk of some street with lots of cafes and restaurants. the ex (who i shall name TE) keeps calling me, asking me where i am and what time i will be home. this is all really strange because, who cares where i am and when i’ll be home…#1 we’re not together #2 you live far away in a different country so what is it to you. all of a sudden, i recognize a group of people (i actually don’t know who they are now) and i realize they are friends of TE. then i piece it together — he must be here. (i’m pretty sure this was all taking place in LA, even though none of the locations are familiar) then it cuts to a scene where i’m talking to TE and giving him a piece of my mind. actually… telling him all these things i have been thinking for the past few weeks in real life. just dishing it all out and calling him out on a few things. words are exchanged and for personal reasons i’m just going to cut to: i tell him that let’s hug, because this is the last time i am going to see you because i never want to see or talk to you again. we never hug.

i wake up.

inspiration: i hate that TE is in the majority of my dreams since the break-up.

future: on my way to work this morning there was traffic, but i didn’t think anything because heck, i live in LA there is always traffic. all of a sudden, in the distance, i see crazy thick grey smoke, hurling intensely into the air, above the freeway overpass. i’m thinking, holy shit… holy shit!!! and sure enough, there are about 7 firemen and a handful of policemen around a 2-car crash, the people from the accident aren’t in sight (evacuated?), and crazy thick grey smoke coming out of an older 2-door BMW. it had clearly been on fire from a collision and the fire had been put out and it was just smoking like crazy. fire on freeway and cars blowing up in my dream – real car on fire on my way to work. gahhhh!!