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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

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vivian:
there is a rave going on that is along the lines of how sxsw is. every venue in seattle is holding separate electronic-music events; something that would pretty much never, ever happen here. especially because the venues in my dream are all really far away from one another.

jennie is there, running around (not literally). there’s some confusion about the events. i’m standing around with a group of people outside some venue that is playing some really wicked drum n’ bass, and i comment on how awesome it sounds. but no one wants to go in. i seem to be the only one who wants to. i’m under the impression that they want to attend some other show that is playing dubstep or reggae or something. i think we leave.

later on, i’m sitting on a toilet in a bathroom, but the bathroom has like, no walls. it’s pretty much in an open warehouse-type space. i am not at all bashful about peeing in front of a room full of people, for some reason.

anthony’s friend, john is there. except his name isn’t john. his name is like… derrick andre something something. those probably aren’t even the right names, but basically his name was a four part name with four first names. or at least three first names and a last name.

john or derrick ” ” ” starts hitting on me, i think. while i’m sitting on the toilet, i also think. HAHAHA. i don’t think it was outright. it was almost as if it were mutual and already acknowledged; it was kind of implied.

nick:
Part I
i’m driving around some place that is equal parts seattle and my home town of eureka, CA. Riding around in my car, but sometimes on a little electric moped that i referred to as a “scooter”. looking for some place to eat and so i pull over to park. a car parks behind me and out steps my ex with a random guy. she recognizes me and my car, and for whatever reason this freaks me out so i drive a few blocks away but have to stop in a parking lot because the scooter won’t really start. it’s moving, but the engine isn’t running. i try to get it started but no luck. then i see my ex and the guy again, waiting for the bus across the street. i panic and try to speed away out into the street but the damn thing doesn’t want to go. i’m at a stoplight, then i pull over. in the car again i hear vivian’s voice like a voicemail, but i have no cellphone. she is telling me about a dream she just had riding a scooter around town. then it’s my friend lauren leaving the msg, and she’s trying to see if i want to have that drink in honor of my birthday that she promised closer to my birthday, a month ago. i’m looking at the internet and some website for a group of which I’m a part. i recognize a couple of names like jacob and moxie. the website is this crazy hot pink with lots of flowers everywhere.

i wake up. i write this down. then i go back to sleep.

Part II
i’m in the car and i pick up wes. we’re rolling through the city, talkin’ about random stuff and i ask him how he’s really doing. he says, ‘here’s one thing that happened–” and we’re parked and some random girl gets in the car. she looks like sarah, the girl who played the vampire teen in the documentary i really acted in. she doesn’t say anything so i take off. i turn to her and say, ‘where are we going?’ she says, ‘i’m not that young.’ i say, ‘ oh, no, it’s not like that. you got in the car and so i figured i knew who you were but had forgotten. these kind of things usually have a way of making sense.’ i’m looking at this website, maybe dreams. it’s totally revamped (again). all of these people i know like moxie are now posting dreams, along with many people i don’t know. vivian has done something amazing with the design where there are thse semi-transparent shadow figures in the background of each page. they look hand-made. and due to some brilliant technology of the future i can grab them, pull them out of the internet and into the room and they cast these wicked shadows all over the walls. i am really impressed with what vivian has done and i’m about to call her to tell her.

i wake up and send in these dreams!

nick:
i just had a dream within a dream.

in the first dream, i was watching tv and realized that i had been chosen from a number contestants to be a reality tv star. i only noticed when i saw the show because they just filmed me, and didn’t tell me. we were all would-be singers trying to make it, and while the songs written by the other participants were the soundtrack to the show, there was footage of me struggling to keep up with them as we rode bicycles up a hill in san francisco. i was obviously the comic relief, but i found out how famous i was when girls started hitting on me as i walked in the park.

suddenly i was in a hotel room. i had “woken up” and was trying to write down the name of the group from the dream. i did (lost to me now, of course). we had been driving through seattle — i remember trying to figure out where we were and looking up to see a space needle about six times as high as the one in real seattle. i was asking what we would do next and my mom of all people said that we were going to smoke out in a bathroom at the pike place market — joints that my father had picked up.

from behind it looked like my real father, but when he turned around it was paul mccartney.

i began to tell paul the dream about being a star. when i told it to him, instead of being in a contest i had been in a real group who was a famous, “hippie band” like the mamas and the papas, ’cause that’s how dream-nick remembered it. paul took offense to “hippie band” and i had to reassure him that even though his music was from the same era, it was not “hippie music”. then i told him that in my dream he was not himself, he was bruce springsteen. he said, “that’s deep.”