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vivian:
i don’t remember this entire dream, so i will just list the bits and pieces i remember. i remember holding hands with jake [r] and maybe danny [r], but i’m not sure as to the reasoning for those actions.

fast-forward. we’re headed somewhere. i’d guess we were running away from something, but i don’t think i feel that kind of pressure, even though i am driving fast in small spaces. i’m driving a fire engine, and it’s not the easiest thing to wield. i’m heading down this pretty narrow corridor with a tall-ish building on the right and a ledge with a drop down a hill to the front. i make a really sharp 90 degree turn to the right, and i slow down a little bit, but not all that significantly. a slight moment of fear crosses my mind — and i’m sure the minds of the people i’m in the car with — but because it’s so inconsequential (we’re alive), all is well. we continue and i find that once i turn the corner, we’re on kind of rickety ground. only… it seems really rickety, but in actuality, it’s not all that rickety. in fact, i stop the fire engine near-ish the corner we had just turned because i’m a bit scared of how fragile the floor is (i think i even reverse the fire engine to get it there), but later someone else takes over on driving and drives the fire engine closer to the top of the stairs. the ground is perfectly sturdy, even with the fire engine on it and four of us (or so). there’s at least one floor below us — maybe more.

some more happens beyond that, but it rather slips my mind.

interpretation for “holding hands”:
[1] “To dream that you are holding hands with someone, represent love, affection and your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.”

interpretation for “fire engine”:
[1] “To see a fire engine in your dream, suggests that you are tending to the needs of others and overlooking your own needs. You worry and stress out in situations that are beyond your control. Stop trying to be in the middle of things and stop trying to fix things. Trust that things will work itself out in the end. Use more discretion.”
[2] “A fire engine is extreamly positive and shows luck is coming your way. If you saw the fire engine returning from the fire then you are going to be disappointed with a salary rise or an amount of money given to you – in the near future. If you are travelling in the fire engine then you will have to be more protective over somebody in the future.”

interpretation for floors:
“To see the floor in your dream, represents your support system and sense of security. It may also symbolize the division between the unconscious and conscious. To see a polished, wooden floor in your dream, indicates that you are fully aware of your unconscious and keeping it suppressed. Consider the condition of the floor for further analysis. To see a slanted floor in your dream, foretells that you are deviating too far from your original plans and goals.”

interpretation for buildings:
“Buildings in dreams represent the constructions we make in our lives. They are attitudes and beliefs we have built from our experience, perception and often from our family habits and customs. From a spiritual perspective, buildings in dreams allow us to see clearly the constructs we put in place to keep us safe. The features of the building often mirror aspects of the dreamer’s personality or what is going on on a mundane level. Sometimes buildings in dreams can become composite and, therefore, confusing. In understanding the dream we should interpret the main appearance of the building first, as its main function, and the secondary appearance as qualities to be recognized. As well as buildings themselves, the various components also have a great deal of relevance in dreams.”

interpretation for stairs:
“Stairs are often an indication of the steps we must take in order to achieve a goal. Climbing the stairs is indicative of the effort that we must make in order to have access to the more mystical, spiritual side of our being. More simply, it is the exertion we practise in our everyday life – the effort to be ourselves. Conversely, in order to have access to the hidden, unconscious side of ourselves, we need to ‘go downstairs’ into the unconscious.”

assessment of interpretation:
the solid floor makes me happy, as does the positive image for a fire truck. generally, all of these dreams seem to be pointing towards positive change in the future, and that rather rules! i’m not sure what kinda positivity they’re talking about, but i’m hopeful.

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alex:
i haven’t had a dream this crazy in years.

i had a really weird lucidish dream about being a survivor after a zombie infection destroyed everything. i’ve had dreams where you think ahead to what you’ll be doing later, and you just kinda teleport forward in time… but this dream involved teleporting weeks ahead at a time, spanning a couple months really. the dream became lucid whenever somethign scary happened, and was autopilot the rest of the time. theres tons more than i’ve written, but it had 3 main lucid phases, which i’ve written here.

my girl (i’ll just call her that) was visiting me at my house in greenlake when the united states experienced a zombie infection (28 days/dawn of the dead[2004] style). i’ve had a few zombie-apocalypse dreams before and they’re typically my most detailed dreams. so anyways, her and i are hiding in my house for awhile when we decide that we are gonna run out of food and everything else and we should quest out into the world. we run out to my car and there are no zombies around initially, but by the time we shut the doors and start the engine, shit is starting to go down.. the dream wasn’t really lucid yet, so i’m not sure what happened, but zombies came out of houses or out from behind whatever and we just shot off towards aurora/highway 99. there weren’t as many accidents as there realistically would’ve been.. but there were cars abandoned all over, kinda like seattle after a snow storm.

there was blood and stuff on windshields and signs of struggle, but overall, everything was pretty much barren/abandoned. it was sunny and there were fires to the south. i’m not really sure what the decision process that followed was, but we were going by a gas station and we thought the flat roof over the gas pumps was pretty much the only place that was safe. we stole a tent, an aluminum ladder, a pickup truck, a luxury car w/ a sun roof (ill skip this part of the dream), and next thing i knew, we were spending the night ontop of the awning over a shell gas station. the ground up there was gravel, i’m not sure if there’s gravel on these in real life. the environment up there consisted of a 24’x36′ rectangle (maybe bigger), one green tent and an aluminum ladder.. we left our cars parked down below by the pumps. from this point on, the dream was fully lucid.

the dream has numerous ensuing phases from here.

i. FORAGING / BUILDING / ESTABLISHING SYSTEMS FOR SURVIVAL

we started improving our lives as survivors. we raided a gun store on aurora. shotguns were my favorite, my girl had a carbine she had found behind the counter. we had filled a newly stolen car with ammo, and spent considerable time practicing. my girl was really good w/ her gun. zombies pretty much left us alone while we were home (if one saw us it chased us full sprint, but there simply weren’t many around), and we were ultra ultra cautious before we entered any abandoned stores. at one point my girl and i got into a little fight cause she wanted to go into the supermarket, but it wasn’t like any of the small stores we had been to. even at the gun shop, we could pretty much see to the back of the store from the street, so it felt safe to go in. the supermarket had so many aisles — what if zombies came from both ends of an aisle at the same time? i let her go and get fruit, cause in the produce section the shelves are only a few feet high and you can see all the way to the back of the store, so i could watch her with my gun and it was safe-ish. we evaluated numerous stores in this manner and and collected lots of things gradually. zombies would come out if we made noise, so if we ever dropped anything or made a loud sound we would just run back to the cars and leave.

just driving down the road is when we would see the most zombies. they would run out towards the car from wherever they were, and chase us down the street until they disappeared in the rear view mirror. i don’t really remember most of the details from this part of the dream, except that my girl and i developed an obsession with home depot for several reasons. the door by the loading area was HUGE, so visibility was great (and that was our primary fear entering any structure). you could also drive a truck straight into home depot. we took tons of stuff. we took these giant plastic sheds and basically made a house ontop of our shell gas station. we also had a really good system for bringing stuff back – cause driving around attracted too many zombies. we would steal two cars and i would let her go ahead of me, and she would go up ontop of the gas station with her rifle… and then when i showed up (always had some zombies running after me), i would just drive around the gas pumps while she took shots at them. this was our protocol if we had anything following us within 1 mile of our home.

she didn’t like the corpses lying around our house, so i had a way of cleaning up. i had this giant hook on a stick that i had taken from somewhere (a butchery? who knows) and i would drag the bodies away from our home while my girl watched me through her scope. everything we did basically followed this pattern: one person in a good spot with a gun would watch the other person do whatever it is that needed done. i remember a detail here: we had this plastic trough down at pavement-level which was full of tools, and it was full of bleach+water, and it was where we would put any tool that had touched a corpse. we had another collection of tools that we left up at roof level. i dont remember setting this stuff up, but its clear we had tons of preparation & thought put into most things, and very strict protocols about how to get between roof level and pavement level.

ii. STUPID SURVIVORS

the next phase of the dream concerned some survivors we encountered. this clearly occurred many weeks after the, dream started if tracking time in a dream is worth anything. we basically had a house ontop of the shell roof at this point, and a bridge going from the gas pump roof to the convenience shop roof. one day, we saw 3 women in their 20s waving to us from an apartment that overlooked aurora and our gas station. the apartment looked kinda like nordheim court, and i could see the front door of the apartment by looking into the living room window. they had furniture stacked infront of the door. they shouted to us from their window. i don’t remember what they said, but my girl and i concluded we should rescue them. this dream is already getting too long, so ill cut out to what happened. i went over there and killed 3 zombies in the apartment building using a shotgun. i broke out the girls’ window and we strung a rope from their apartment to the covenience store roof (15 ft lower) and they came to join us. it was quickly apparent that these girls were a liability and had barely survived until now. an unknown amount of time passed, and the dream became lucid again because someone was screaming. i ran out of my shed with a shotgun in hand to see two of the girls screaming and looking over the edge of the convenience store. one was screaming at the other girl to “help her” (presumably the 3rd girl was on pavement level where i couldn’t see her). the girls pushed one of our ramp/ladder inventions off the edge. my girlfriend and i looked at each other, exchanging angry looks. i already had my gun and my girlfriend went to get hers. not too surprisingly, zombies ran up our ramp/ladder contraption (one of the zombies was the 3rd girl). one of the two surviving girls died right then. the last girl ran towards across the bridge between the two roofs. my girlfriend shot her in the head. she wasn’t going to make it to us, and even if she was, i didn’t care; i would’ve killed her myself.

we were gonna close our makeshift front door before she’d make it to us, and anyways, fuck her. i was actually scared in this part of the dream, and it had a nightmare flavor to it. this can be contrasted to the previous ‘vibe’ in the dream, where it was more about my girlfriend and i overcoming everything. my girl and i were backed up in our shed with our guns aimed at our front door as zombies tore through. we shot them systematically, killing somewhere around 10 in total. i went over to the door, stepping around the pile of corpses, studying it for movement. i looked up at my girl and she was loading her gun. my fear paired with the overall lucidity told me i was about to be punished. it was one of those dream things where you try not to think something cause you’re scared that thinking about it will manifest it. another zombie came inside over the pile (he had lagged behind, i guess) and almost got to me. my girl was screaming, and i blew its head off, effectively repainting our “kitchen.” we didnt want to touch anything nor walk over the pile of corpses to get out the main door – there was blood everywhere. i cut a hole in the side of our multi-shed house and we ducked out through it. we concluded that survivors were as likely to kill us as zombies. i remember having a discussion with her that if we found any more survivors this late in time, that they were probably crazy. she said she didn’t want to find a male survivor cause he would probably want to rape her and would try to kill me. we decided to move somewhere very very remote, no people, no zombies. both of us were really angry, i think i woke up briefly.

iii. ABANDON EVERYTHING — NEW BEGINNINGS?

the last phase of the dream doesnt really hold up to the same standard of detail as the things before it did. next thing i knew, we were driving through the desert… the earth was orange. we had been looking for houses with nothing around them. we found a two story house surrounded by very flat land and no plants. we must’ve been in southern utah or arizona or something. we boarded up the windows on the first floor and made the second floor our home. it had a deck with good visibility. there was nothing out here at all. we didn’t really do anything. we made one trip in to a nearby city to pickup canned food and gas for our generators, and i wanted solar panels but i couldn’t find any. we did find a letter written on cardboard in sharpie, explaining how to contact some guy on radio frequencies. this cardbaord sign was sitting infront of a supermarket and had a box FULL of radios infront of it. i took one of them and set it up at our house (despite our previous plan to avoid people). i was talking to 3 survivors on this radio thing when i woke up.

THINGS I SKIPPED:
– really long time spent shooting/practicing
– obsessive construction of ladders/ramps
– basically coming back with a different car every time
– falling in love w/ a car that had a sunroof (openable by remote) that you could get into while the doors were closed
– destroying the barrier in the middle of aurora
– hoarding tools, honda generators, and ice(?)
– transition from fear to matter of fact killing of scattered zombies (did some drive bys for amusement)
– removal of “cover” from roof line of sight
– discussion regarding if other nations were gonna bomb US population centers

LATTER PHASES:
– putting motion lights around the desert house
– telling a survivor to fuck off, but giving him 2 gallons of water

nick:
i’m hiking along a nerve-rackingly steep cliff face with my sister, ana.  it is himalayan in proportion — miles and miles down.  i start taking all these pictures with my phone.  we are reaching the end of our trek, when i realize that i dropped the phone somewhere back on the trail.  i turn to go retrieve it, and as i search for a handhold, i realize it has become much more dangerous to try and go back.  vertigo begins to sweep over me…

we find ourselves in what turns out to be an old chinese, maybe buddhist temple.  there is a room full of reptiles: giant bearded dragons that are crawling on top of even larger lizard skulls.  enormous crickets that must have been food for those lizards.

there are other people with us now, and i ask someone about going back for my cell phone.  i’m told that it has been done, but it is a nightmare to attempt…

we are in a courtyard and a number of planes are approaching.  they are stout and rectangular, almost like the spruce moose, and then it’s clear that one of them is struggling to stay in the air.  black smoke is spilling out of it.  it is going to crash on top of us.  we all scatter.  the plane is giant now and roaring towards us.

people yell out to me, “get down!  put your hands down!  get flat!”  i do this just in time: the monster of a plane skids right over me.  then there is a disgusting sound a moment later, and we find a girl who has been crushed.  she is alive.  we all ask for doctors.  they were sent for yesterday, but it was the weekend.  they will arrive this morning, at 9:15.