Okay, ordinarily, I don’t remember my dreams. Every now and then, I’ll remember one of them, and the one I had last night, has got me bumfuzzled. I could swear it was from one of the Night of the Living Dead-type movies, crossed with Evil Dead 2, but I don’t know for sure. (That’s the reason why I’m posting this, to see if anyone here has any clues.)
Anyway, what I remember of the dream is that we’re fleeing the undead folks in a car, and we reach a shelter, that looks like one of those brick/cinder block buildings which sprang up all over the place in the 70s. We (and I don’t know who my travelling companions were, only that I had them) get out of the car, and are running towards the door of the shelter. There’s a line of people all racing to get in, and at the door, they have to show an “examination card.” which proves that they’ve been seen by a doctor within the past 24 hours and haven’t been bitten by one of the undead, so there’s no chance of them becoming an undead person and killing all of us in the shelter.
At some point, the shelter fills up, and we’re all sitting on the floor looking out the doors and windows as people come up and try to get in. When they realize that they can’t make it in, they go off somewhere else. One of the guys who can’t get in is really short, about 4’ 9" or less. The guy next to me in the shelter, starts making fun of him. This pisses me off (now at this point, I get the feeling that I’ve had this dream before, but usually I’m the jerk), so I lay into the jerk, savagely mocking him, even convincing everyone in the shelter to follow me outside as we take a look at the jerk’s car (which has half the rearseat ripped out of it) and I tear into him about that as well.
When I tire of that, I look off to one side of the area, and there’s a scenic overlook of a mountainous area. It’s the fall, and the leaves have started changing color. In the distance, I can see a glint of light, as I try to attract the others attention, it begins moving towards us, like a gunpowder fuse, flickering and sputtering and zig zagging along. Right when it reaches the bushes in front of us, it stops, and out comes an Archaeopteryx, which is burnt and squawking. It promptly dies and before I can walk up to examine the corpse, I wake up.
So did my brain just crib notes from a couple of horror movies, or is that totally original?