I had a bizarre nightmare last night where dead people were getting up and walking, but that’s all they did. No hunger for flesh or brains or whatever. What made it a nightmare was the image of seeing dead, rotting infants walking (under water for some reason).
Nice of my brain to go out of its way to disturb itself. Thanks, brain.
Ick!
I had one about two days ago with zombies.
They were like the ones in that last Dawn of the Dead(?) where they just mostly shuffled around, looking nasty.
In my dream my sister called me from work and was wondering what to do about the zombies. I was about crying in my sleep as I was freaking out in my dream trying to get to her.
: shiver :
There was all sorts of other stuff going on in that dream, but that’s what I remember the most.
I had a zombie dream once. The zombies were taking over the countryside; people who were still normal were gathering together in theaters, schools, etc. to lock themselves in for protection. I don’t remember the dream very well, except for two important points: when a person turned into a zombie, their face changed into a creepy black-and-white smiley-face mask; and the zombies were called Goobies. When I woke up that morning, I got onto my computer and made a replica of the Goobie mask in Illustrator, with the slogan “Beware the Goobies!!!” Someday I’m gonna put it on a t-shirt.
Yuuuck. shiver Now I just know I’m going to dream about zombies tonight…
That’s nuthin!
A few nights ago I had a whopper of a weird/bad dream.
I a fever and I had been watching the History Channel and that Super Nanny show before falling to sleep. (that super nanny show freaks me out!)
Anyway in my dream I am being held captive by Nazis. Of course I must escape. I and several others are escaping but they guards start shooting at us. I come up with a cleaver plan to fake death. So I’m lying there playing dead and two big time Nazis walk up checking the bodies. One of the Nazis is a kid! A horrible kid dressed as a Nazi SS officer. He then, to check that I’m really dead, bites off my balls! Then, since I didn’t react he chews off the balls of my feet. (I guess he really likes, or maybehates, balls) Then, for some dumb reason my brain rewinds and replays the dream at least three times.
I hate it when that happens.
Man, I hate that kind of zombie. Stuck-up, oblivious snobs, shambling right on by you without a gnaw or even a glance, acting like your brains aren’t delicious, or something. Arrogant evil decomposing hoity-toity creeps. See if I pay good money to see their movie: * The Finicky Dead*. That’ll show 'em. It reminds me of my most annoying nightmare, “Monsters Playing Poker.” I hate that one too.
So what’s with all the zombies already?
I dreamt of one a couple of nights ago. It got a woman in the house with me, no idea who she was, and I was waiting for it to come after me but it never did.
Stood up by a zombie. How embarassing.
I remember one nightmare…my old dog, Billy, who we had to put down because of his tumor, starred.
He was starving, starving, all skin & bones with his ribs showing through, & snarling & baring his teeth. He hated me, his eyes blazed with it.
I still shudder, and also my eyes mist up at the thought of his suffering.
Whole new kind of nightmare. A dream of others’ suffering. 
Holey moley. I’m sorry I tuned in tonight. First that thread on the Marburg virus, now this. That’s what I get for clicking on what I know are going to be scary threads. Cute cats, think about cute cats…
I had a rather intricate dream involving Zombies and the Mafia about 3 weeks ago. The daughter of the head of the Mafia had married a young man that her father did not approve of. The zombies had kidnapped the daughter and it was up to me and the young man to act as go-between to get the girl back. I don’t recall what the zombies wanted, nor whether we were successful. Weird dream.