In the dream, they are hiding. The people are hiding, or rather trying not to let themselves be seen while watching some men pass by down on the ground. They are upstairs, looking down from an attic window which appears to have been shot out. The men on the ground walk past, warily, looking at the house…looking for signs of life…backtracking..moving forward. When they go out of sight, the people in the attic breathe out their tension. One of them crosses the room, passing in front of the window. Down on the ground, a man runs toward the group that just went out of sight.
One of the women in the attic pulls the careless one away, hissing “there is always one who lags behind. Always. They’ve seen us. We’ll have to move fast.”
Everyone scrambles, like they’re doing something they’ve rehearsed. Frightened. Tense. Resigned.
I wake up. Look at the clock. It’s 1:04AM.
A man and a woman are in bed, asleep. The woman wakes up, a shotgun pointing at her. She grabs it, pushes the barrel aside as it goes off. Yells “baby, they’re in the house!” as her husband rolls off the bed and grabs a handgun under the mattress. The man with the gun looks glassy eyed, and his clothes reek of old blood.
“Fucking zombies..” says the husband, shooting the man with the shot gun in the head. The wife retrieves the gun. Looking down, she swears and motions to her husband. There are more downstairs. They look up at the couple through other bullet holes in the floor.
“This was a lot easier before they started thinking like people again,” he said as they got ready for the attack.
I wake up. It’s 2:45AM. I wish I could change the dream channel. I got back to sleep.
More zombies at 3:56 and 4:45. I give up and get out of bed.
The zombies are adept at hiding, hunt in packs and are really good at isolating people and killing them. They are also good at predicting what people will do. They are smart, and act like any predator with a human brain would. The dream camera does not show them eating anyone, but based on how gory their clothes are I’m guessing they ate everyone they killed.
The living people had obviously been living under threat for a long time. They were hyper alert, and always on edge.
I hope they don’t come back. I don’t like monster dreams, and I really don’t like terror dreams. When a dream goes on all night, I assume it means something. I’m sure it’ll come to me.