2 dreams

So I had 2 dreams the other night that I remembered. (I usually don’t remember them at all, so it’s sort of extra odd.)

Dream 1:

I was traveling around with a group of people, and we were fighting these creatures. I don’t think we ever had a name for the creatures. I guess they were mostly like vampires—the creatures, not my group—although, they didn’t seem like vampires to me: no vampire cheesiness. I don’t think they had fangs; they didn’t fly nor turn into bats and fog; and I don’t think they were nocturnal. And they just seemed to want to go around infecting other people. In that sense, they were more like zombies. The infection or whatever when the creatures bite someone turns the person’s skin black. I don’t mean black like African; I mean a dull, solid, non-shiny, coal-like blackness. So even “black” people turned really black.

Anyway, my group was pretty good at “vampire”-slaying. Like I said, we were travelling around fighting these things. We ended up in a church, where there was a service going on. We were suspicious at first, because everyone there seemed to be acting like there weren’t vampire-zombie-creatures everywhere. But there also seemed to be no infected anywhere. When you were infected, you immediately turned—no waiting period. Just BOOM!—your skin turns black and you’re a creature.

So we took a break, sat there in the chapel while the church-folk were doing their thing.

And then there were suddenly creatures everywhere, and we suddenly kinda sucked at fighting them. And the church-folk weren’t any good either. So we were overcome, or at least I was, by the creatures. One of them bit me, and I turned.

I didn’t really feel any different. Usually the creatures were very aggressive and mean, but I didn’t feel that at all. I was just sort of there. Actually once I was turned, I think everyone else was turned too. Not like I was the last human standing, but they just overwhelmed us all at once, I suppose. So I guess there was no one to be aggressive towards. In fact, we creatures were all very “loving” toward each other. And by that, I mean there was suddenly an orgy. Yep, lots of charcoal-black vampire-zombie-creatures, all doin’ their thing. Yee-haw! (Actually there was no “Yee-haw”.  I don’t recall much sound at all at that point.)

And then suddenly that dream was over. That was disappointing, as it was just getting to the good part.

I don’t know if I woke up between the dreams. But they did seem to be distinctly separate dreams, not one dream that morphed into another.

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Dream 2:

This one was set in a post-cataclysmic world, which is rough, but not quite as bad as a post-apocalyptic situation. It was a bit like that TV show Jericho, which I really liked and was sorry to see it end—cancelled. Boo!

Well, in the post-cataclysm, I was with some group trying to defend our town or neighborhood or territory, and there was another group—not sure if they were neighbors or more of a nomadic group—trying to get in and take our stuff. So that went on for a bit—you know, fighting at our make-shift battlements.

Then, toward the end of the fighting—we were definitely winning—I saw someone I know. She’s a singer who was in one show I did the last time I lived in Mississippi. I think she wasn’t actually with the main group we were fighting off. It seemed like she was just trying to get inside, maybe for protection or to join us. But we had strict rules that we couldn’t let anyone in. So, I ended up trying to keep her out and eventually fighting her.

And that was it...

Okay, yes, the fighting did lead to making out. (If that person is reading this...sorry. I didn’t mention that part.) And then I woke up before it went any further than that. I promise.

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Well.

The clear implication of these two dreams is that I want to do some fighting and then I want to get it on. And yes, those two things are certainly missing from my life, and have been for a while.