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(Dream) Journey into the Wastelands

Note: Before I went to bed, I was listening to World War Z… while working on Starry Night.

I think we were in the “north”. It was definitely cold… barren. The scenery reminded me of the movie Reign of Fire, instead of dragons, I think there were zombies, though I never actually saw any. Everything was grey and deadish. The few trees were leafless skeletons, long dead. There were spots of grass, but it too was stiff and dying.

We were in some sort of castle, but it was run-down and not very tall. It was similar to the old fort in Sahara, but it was grey stone and wood (instead of sandstone). There were other people there, but I don’t recall getting a good look at them, so I don’t know who they were or what they looked like–though I imagine they looked much like we did. The man I was with looked a bit like Christian Bale (from Reign of Fire) and thankfully sounded like him too (as opposed to the annoying raspy voice he has in Batman). Since I do not know his name, I’m going to refer to him as Christian. We were both dressed in several layers of raggedy, black/dark grey clothes. He hadn’t shaved in what looked like quite awhile. We were preparing for a journey. I’m not sure where we were going, but we were going to be gone awhile and the trip would be dangerous. We’d be crossing open spaces with little protection from the undead. I carried a backpack full of supplies, as well as a sidearm. My companion carried a rifle and a sidearm. It was mid-morning when we exited the castle walls. One of our people was waiting for us with our transportation. My comrade mounted the dark brown mare and then secured his rifle. He then removed his boot from the stirrup and held his arm out for me. I handed my pack to the stableman, while I climbed up behind Christian. The stableman handed me my pack and shortly we were off, riding across the wasteland for destinations unknown.

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(Dream) Attack of the Ivan Dragos

I don’t know where I was, but I believe I had just exited a small airplane. I don’t know how it came about, but some bad men were rounding everyone up and putting them back on the plane. I hid, along with another woman and then we ran through a jungle… to get away from the men. The plane flew in the same direction we did, and crashed and exploded in front of us. We bolted in another direction, realizing that those men wanted ALL of us dead. So, we ran, they chased us. Suddenly, there were buildings and warehouses and I was in some sort of building, playing hide-and-seek with the bad guys. I don’t know where that other woman ended up. The bad guys looked like a cross between Ivan Drago, that blond dip-shit from Napolean Dynamite, and Gary Busey’s son. There were two of them and they pretty much looked the same. So, they were coming at me from two different sides and I ran for all I was worth to this room (my room?) and dove for the bottom drawer of some kind of cabinet/dresser, kicking the door shut after me. I pulled a Glock from the drawer, slammed in a magazine and turned off the safety. I turned, gun ready, just as blond henchmen #1 flew into the room, landing just inches from the barrel. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Apparently, the safety had been off when I first picked up the gun and I had turned it on. When I did manage to fire shots, his head did not exploded like it should have. Instead, it was like I was shooting bird-shot or something. A bunch of tiny little pellets that didn’t do squat. But it gave me time to get away. And then Dennis showed up and gave me a rifle. This worked much better, until the barrel was some how cut and I had to hold the pieces in line with each other to shoot it, while trying to turn off the safety and aim it. It did not go well. However, I did manage to elude the Ivan Drago Busey guys until I woke up to a screeching alarm clock.

(Right before I went to bed I watched the third Mummy movie and did yoga.)

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(Dream) That’s MY Gun

I think I was part of some sort of military type team. There was G.I. Joe-esque feeling to it. I’m pretty sure Ryan Reynolds was on the team, only he had bad 70s hair. Patrick Swayze from Roadhouse was there too. He may have been the one in charge. We were preparing for some sort of rescue operation, but I don’t know who we were rescuing. I was on the roof of a building, at night, but it was lit. There were other people there too–a bunch of middle eastern women. I had an AK-47. Perhaps we were guarding the women, I’m not sure. I do know that they were no the threat. Then some guy (couldn’t tell you what he looks like) came running by and took my gun and I somehow ended up with his. Well, his was jammed or something because it wouldn’t work (I tried to shoot him). So, he’s at least 100 feet away trying to figure out how to use the AK to shoot me (apparently he didn’t have any military training… I finally get irritated enough that I pull out my hand gun and shoot him in the leg, dropping him. (Which was kinda cool, I didn’t stop to aim or anything… just point and shoot.) Then I go over, pick up my AK and throw his machine gun at him. I don’t know why I gave it back, but I guess he was no real threat. Then I’m back over by the women and I think we decided to move them into the building. That’s the last I can remember.

This is what happens when you listen to a zombie book right before you go to sleep.

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